NEMESIS

       Valentino awoke to an awful pounding in his head. He reeked of vodka and his back was killing him. He let out a groan and sat up, confusion buzzing through him when he realized that he'd been lying on a couch that didn't belong to him. Moreso, the house was very unfamiliar to him. He had no idea how he'd gotten there in the first place. A familiar red head walked in casually, her hair tied up in a bun. He really didn't remember anything from last night. He wondered if he'd ended up sleeping with her or if he'd merely crashed at her place.

"Well, good morning Mr grumpy pants" she said, raising the curtains a bit.

"What did I do last night?" He croaked. She turned to look at him, concern in her eyes.

"Tell me, I need to know if I screwed up" he said, but she walked away, moving towards the dinning room.

"What are you doing? Won't you give me an answer?" He said, sitting up. His head spun and his headache