Bad Liar
After we all scream, laugh, and fight with each other for a few minutes, Finn staggers out, still wearing his boxers, looking dishevelled.
"Can't a guy get some hangover sleep in his own house?" he yawns, rubbing his face.
"Not when you have girls like this at your house," Alec smirks, pointing to me and Samara, purposely trying to stir Finn up.
His eyes snap open as he glowers at Alec. "Funny."
"Someone's in a mood," he continues snippily.
"I am wrecked," he whines, collapsing onto the fold-out chair I was on before, burying his face into his hands. "I got in at-"