I turned to the other side of the bed and opened my eyes gently. I yawned loudly and then used my hands to cover my mouth.
"Oh s**t," I muttered as I stretched and looked around the room.
I rubbed my hand over my forehead, absolutely humiliated as I sat on my bed and saw the whole bed littered with snacks.
Looking around the room, I yawned again then paused to remember what happened last night.
Of course I remember gulping vodka like it was water. I also remember staggering for the most part and also how I almost shot Tiffany.
Everything was blurry and I tried to hold my head as a way of stopping my head from hurting.
I was having a hangover and the only thing that could help was to get food or something to eat.
Just then, Tiffany's voice filled my head and I tried hard to remember
