I woke feeling like I wanted to just fucking die. My head was pounding and the direct sunlight made it worse. "Uhhhh...." I groaned sitting up and looking around.
Whose fucking room is this?
"You alive?" I heard someone ask. Did I sleep with a fucking guy? I wiped my eyes a bit and was relieved to see Conan standing there with Canon in his sling holding some water out for me.
That's right. I'm in the pack leaders house. When I was invited to stay, I was as shocked as the day Conan told me about his escape plans.
I wonder how those were going by the way. It's been so long since he's brought it up.
"I'm not sure," I took the water and drank it.
"I looked up how to make hangover soup. Come have some," Conan said in a low voice. He helped me out of bed and assisted me to the dining table. That's right alcohol was great high quality shit but I didn't expect to feel this much like shit.
