Give It up

Rowan

My head ached like hell! I could barely even open my eyes. The hang over was killing me.

Last thing I could remember, I shoved one of the strippers aside and the other one punched me. We broke out into a full on fist fight and even Ralph and Hillary joined on.

Of course the strippers were fired and we were given complimentary drinks, but Raven angrily walked away and I got pissed. I picked up the bottle of whiskey and chugged it down... I couldn't remember anything after that.

I stirred, recognising that I was in my bed. How did I get home? Did Ralph call my driver or take me home himself? Nah, he probably called the driver, he'd never leave a night of fun, not even for me.

I was mostly mad at Raven, it was her fault afterall. Was she insane?! Of all people, why did it have to be strippers?! How did she expect me to be okay with that?

I stirred in the bed as I tried my hardest to sit up despite the raging headache. I looked down at my hands, my fists had several cuts and bruises