30. Disturbing Realizations

Xenia

Coffee in the morning. Is there even a better scent? Whoever thought of this blissful, caffeinated concoction, they have my forever gratitude.

I stretch my arms, rolling around in the spacious bed before making the mistake of moving my head too quickly. Instant throbbing to my temples. That not-so-good reminder of the eventful evening before.

That’s right... last night, I went out. Of course I have a hangover. I mixed liquor with fruity drinks and remember having at least a couple of shots before things start to get a little fuzzy.

My eyes dart around the dark room in concern. This bed isn’t my bed, and this room isn’t my room. Well, the other one isn’t mine either really, but it’s where I’ve been resting my head the last couple of days. I massage my temples while attempting to put the pieces of last night’s events together.

Strippers, vampires, alcohol, blood…?

It’s still a bit of a blur. Where’s that damn coffee? My feet hit the floor before I realize I’m in an oversized t-s