Seely awoke the next morning with a mouth that tasted like rancid lemonade, and a headache that pierced her skull like a pickaxe from all directions. Moaning, she lifted her heavy, swollen eyelids to blearily spot a glass of water on her nightstand.

Or what she hoped was water. 

She reached out slowly to get it when she heard another groan from the right. She froze.

Who was in….

“Seeley… I am never drinking again,” a feminine voice mumbled, and a flood of ...