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34| Hammered

"Alec?" I asked, blow dryer in hand just incase it wasn't him.

He jumped, turning to face me. "Jayna? What the hell!"

"Sorry, sorry... I didn't mean to scare you," I said, lowering my weapon. Now that I was standing in the bathroom with him, I noticed he had a slightly busted lip and a bruise on his cheek bone, like he had been punched in the face.

I also noticed he had a cut on his hand that looked kind of deep. He was holding it to his chest and digging for something with his other hand.

"What the hell happened to you? Are you okay?!" I asked, placing the blow dryer on the counter top.

He sighed, "None of your business." He finally stopped to look at me, pulling out the Neosporin. "Are you not wearing pants?"

I could tell that he was drunk. One, because he was ever so slightly slurring his words, and he was usually so articulate. And two, I could smell it on him; he literally smelled like a distillery.

"Of course I'm wearing pants. I have shorts on under this; but don't change the
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