Wasted. I woke up with a heavy feeling. I sat down and leaned at the headboard of my bed. I looked and checked the time on my phone. It's already 10 in the morning and my teammates are nowhere to be found. I closed my eyes as I try to remember what happened last night, why I'm having a head ache. And then, a blurry image of me and Thomas came up to my head. We've been here in the bar for almost 3 hours now and I can feel that it's almost time for closing. No, I'm not drunk. I even heard Thomas as he asked the owner to get rid of other people in the bar for privacy. An empty glass of Jack Daniel's and 5 empty bottles of Corona Extra is on the table. "One more. Give me one more glash and then I'm dawn." I kept on saying that since earlier but Thomas is blocking me to do so. "Miks, tama

