Fifty-One

The next morning I wake up to a blinding headache and to James setting a tray of food onto the bed. When he sees that I’m awake he starts talking excitedly, “so today I thought that we could go to the aquarium. Supposedly there’s a really nice one around here and they’ve got a new exhibit with baby penguins. What do you think?”

“I think,” I groan as I sit up. “That it’s far too bright in here.”

“You’re the one who insisted on trying all of Yuri’s flavored vodka,” he laughs.

“He just kept bringing out more,” I shudder as I try not puke from the memory. “Why did he have so many?”

“He owns a bar babe,” James reminds me as he sits on the bed and grabs a piece of toast. Taking a bite of it he adds, “but twelve different flavors does seem a bit excessive.” He holds the toast out, “bite?”

“Get that away from me,” I gag. Laying back down I pull the pillow over my head. Vaguely I can hear James laughing but the bed moves as he gets up and presumably moves the food away from me.

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