“That have sleepovers?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
“Sure.” Claire chuckles.
Ben takes a sip of juice and continues to colour contently with that answer. I swear nothing gets past this kid.
“He called me last night.” I figure I may as well tell her before Riot does.
She raises her eyebrows.
“Oh yeah? How did that go?”
“Okay, I guess. We didn’t talk long.” I look over at Ben, trying to figure out how to word this.
“He was feeling kind of tipsy from all the wobbly pops, so Riot sent him to bed.”
“Did you know that Uncle Riot sometimes gives me pop? But it doesn’t make me wobbly,” Ben says seriously as he continues to colour.
Claire just shakes her head at her silly boy and laughs before saying, “Oh yes, I know Logan was tipsy. He was line dancing level tipsy.”
“That’s what I heard, I can’t even imagine.” I shake my head.
“You don’t have to. Someone has already posted it on TikTok,” Claire says as she hands me her phone.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The first thing I feel is a giant wet lick up the side of my face. The second thing is pain. Incredible pain in my head. Not trying to be dramatic, but I’m pretty sure my head is going to explode. I know the wet face is courtesy of Morgan. I have woken up like this before, but why am I in so much pain? I lie in my bed as still as possible, mentally scanning myself head to toe.
Headache?Check.
Dry mouth?Check.
Eyes?Fuck why is it so bright in here?
Lying on my stomach with one leg hanging over the bed facing the window, nausea rolls through my stomach.
I very carefully slide myself off the bed into a sitting position on the floor and look down at myself. Boxer briefs and one sock.Okaaay?I look around and see that there’s no sign of my dog. Very slowly, a few memories from the night before surface in my fuzzy brain.
Drinks with friends at Bob’s.
Yes, I did that.
Hannah showing up with Danny.
Ugh, that guy.
Shots, shots, and more shots.
Oh my god, why?
Trying to talk to Hannah.
That didn’t go well.
Hannah leaving with Danny.
Devastating.
After that, things get even more unclear. It’s then I notice the smell of bacon cooking and the sound of people talking downstairs. If I have any chance of surviving this hangover, I need to find Tylenol.
