Room 227, Wednesday morning

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt woke up and peered blearily around, momentarily confused and having no idea where he was. He was on the floor. Not his floor. His head was throbbing and his stomach was definitely rolling.

He pushed himself up and tried to look around. When he spied the empty bottles and glasses strewn about on the floor, some memory started to return.

Comments

[cantgetnorelief]

The downside to all that drinking?

. . . besides the hangover, that is?

The screaming pressure of your bladder pretending to be your alarm clock.

Anders staggered up out of bed and made a dash for the bathroom, tripping over Wyatt on the way.

[blessed_twice]

"Hey!" Wyatt said in protest. "Watch it!"

[bridge_carson]

"Shhhh!" Bridge protests, hiding his head under his pillow.

[blessed_twice]

"Tell that to bigfoot over there," Wyatt grumbled.