The following morning was just as I suspected. Before I even opened my eyes, my head was killing me, and I felt like I had been hit by a train.

"Fuck, that was stupid," I muttered quietly to myself.

"I thought it was fun," a female voice said.

"What the fuck," I exclaimed, sitting up and seeing Susan lying next to me. "Why are you in my bed?" I demanded.

"I'm not in your bed. You're in mine," she smiled as if nothing were wrong.

"Oh fuck, Motherfucker," I continued to cuss myself, looking for my pants and shirt.

"Where are you going?" Susan asked, plainly alarmed.

"Fucking home. Why...