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(Unless you are, then in that case, can’t wait to hear about it)

Actually, please don’t be fucking Logan.

DO NOT ANSWER

Last night was nice. I think I really needed to just laugh with you again. Thanks for letting me tag along.

ALWAYS ANSWER

Drink a gallon of water before you even think about leaving that hotel room today, and don’t take that bandage off.

Jesus Christ, her head was going to implode.

She took Milo’s advice and headed to the kitchen, where she slammed as much water as humanly possible before jumping into a long, hot shower. Girls were passed out everywhere, so she did her best to be quiet.

Once she felt somewhat less caked in smoke and glitter, she decided that, instead of tiptoeing around the room, she should go downstairs in search of breakfast and, more importantly, coffee.

She settled on a spot around the corner with a little patio right on the strip and tucked herself into a table. She ordered a black coffee and a pitcher of water, plus whatever had the highest protein content.

Hanna snapped a photo of her coffee and water and sent it to Milo, who instantly started typing.

ALWAYS ANSWER

No hair of the dog?

HANNA

We’re spending all day at the pool, pacing myself.

ALWAYS ANSWER

Want some good company?

HANNA

Why, you know a guy?

ALWAYS ANSWER

Ha. Ha. Ha. Where are you?

She sent him her location and tried to forget what she looked like. Not having planned to see anyone so early, she hadn't put on a drop of makeup, but she supposed that was nothing new to Milo.

He arrived at the same time her server dropped the omelet chosen for her at the table. He was wearing those black basketball shorts she could still feel against her thighs, plus a t-shirt, and a baseball cap with the emblem of what she guessed was an artisanal whiskey brand.

She did her best not to fixate on the shorts.

He sat down across from her and the server took his order—coffee and a breakfast sandwich.

“Can you get her some toast too? Thanks, boss.”

“Hi,” she mumbled through her food.

He scooted his chair closer and assessed her face. “How we feeling?”

“Oh, you know,” she said over her sunglasses. “Like I might never drink again.”

Milo rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh. We still have a whole day and night to go.”