Isobelle
The mid-morning sun stung my eyes as I cracked them open.
Ouch, my head.
The light dazzled me. My feet throbbed from dancing in heels all night, and it felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to my skull. I smacked my parched lips together to revitalize my withered tongue, but it was no use. I needed water. My stomach gurgled like an active volcano and my breath smelled as if I had brushed my teeth with dog s**t.
I'm never drinking ever again.
I had no recollection of getting home last night. One glance beneath the sheets confirmed we were all naked. The warm, musky odor of bodily fluids wafted up and offended my nostrils, confirming my suspicions. We'd had s*x. Although, I couldn't remember the details. My memory was hazy, the room was spinning, and I just wanted to hang my
