Chapter Ninety-nine.

Pascal's POV:

There was a trope of elephants having a jamboree in my head. Even the slightest movement was filled with pain. What on earth did I consume last night?

The rush of memory came with another rush of pain. I remembered messing up yesterday night's proposal to Sandra, she was not taking my calls. I called Neil and we had a pity party, or better put, I had a pity party with him. He fed me and gave me brandy. Yep, there was the culprit. I managed to raise my head but my brain rattled from the movement. Dear Lord I will never get this drunk again, probably a lie but a good thought.

I turned and saw a cup of water covered with some pills in a container. I hoped it was not poison and quickly downed it because I needed a little relief, even if it was momentary. The water sliding down my throat reminded my body that I was thirsty. So I took a hold of the pitcher that was next to the originally covered cup and drank it whole. My head felt better for it.

When the trope of elephants