Gone Too Far

I wake up the next morning because of Brian’s annoying alarm in the bedroom. It’s probably extremely early and I feel like shit. I have the worst hangover I’ve had in a long, long time. I groan and try to go back to sleep, but I can’t, so a couple of minutes later I decide to go cure my awful hangover. With a strong Bloody Mary, of course.

As soon as I start drinking it, the door to our room opens and Brian comes out with Chocolate running behind him, straight towards me.

“Hey…” he says, giving me a tentative look as I pet my dog’s big head, “Are you feeling better today?”

“Yeah, just hungover,” I admit, taking a long sip of my recovery drink, “You have to go to work, right?”

“Yeah,” he replies, buttoning his shirt, “What about you? You haven’t been to Horizon in days.”

“Lucia has everything under control, she hired more people. For some reason, we’re selling Altamira merch like crazy,” I murmur, “I’ll just stay here… maybe I’ll call Roger later so he can just drive me arou