I'm lifted from the chair and I let out a small groan. "Go back to sleep. I'm carrying you to my room," Moon says. My arms and legs are useless, so I do what he says.

When I finally wake up, light hits my eyes and I struggle to climb out of bed before I puke. I run into Moon's bathroom and barely make it to the toilet. Chips and tequila are not a good combination when they come up. When I think everything is expelled from my stomach, I turn on the shower and strip off my bra ...