"Wake up, Sharkbait," Mom said.

I groaned and refused to move. My head was pounding, my tongue tasted like a cat took a dump on it, and my stomach was rolling like a heavy ocean swell. I managed to get an eye open, for a moment, until the bright sunshine came in the window that my Mom just opened. "Uhhhh...."

"I warned you not to get into drinking games with those boys," she said. "Get up and shower, we leave in an hour for the airport."

"I'm never drinking again," I swore as I tried to roll myself to the edge of the bed.

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