BRIANA MORRIS
I feel my body go limp as soon as I open my eyes.
My face is pressed against the pillow and I even try to lift my head, but everything starts spinning, so I decide to sleep just a little longer.
The second time I wake up, I'm still in the same position, but this time I manage to lift my still heavy head and face the beautiful curtains of my hotel room.
I try to recall what happened the night before, because some memories have vanished.
My mind is filled with large gaps, blank spaces, incomplete flashes, and I only remember feeling powerful for having won so many poker hands.
Damn, I'm really screwed, because one hell of a hangover is hitting me.
How many shots, or even bottles of whiskey did we drink, anyway?
The entire Bellagio?
Determined to get up and find my phon
