24. The Hangover.

Pidge opens her eyes to the dimly lit room, though its daytime no one has opened the thick drapes.

The smell of the wine she had last night was still intoxicating, yet this morning it adds to nausea.

She was more aware of her cracking headache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated her cracked lips.

Once on her feet, the room swayed almost causing her to lose balance and she reached out for the wall.

Her hand slipped along the high sheen paint and she sprawled onto the carpet with a crashing thump. The room swirled before becoming stationary again and she used the bedstead to pull herself to standing. This feeling meant she'd had some fun the night before but somehow it wasn't there in her memory.

Suddenly the memories of the last night began to appear in her mind.

She went to a bachelorette party and got drunk as fuck.

Her head was pounding heavily and her eyes almost closing again.

She rushed to the washroom trying to stand up on