MORNING AFTER
MORNING AFTER
Last night was great. You drank, you gambled, you ran around naked, you hooked up with a girl/guy or three-- too bad you can't remember it. Waking up in a hotel bed isn't so bad but...
Who the hell is that person next to you?
And why does your mouth taste like cotton and dish cleaner?
[ooc: YOU CAN NEVER BE LATE. EVER. ]