I turned to the other side of the bed and opened my eyes gently. I yawned loudly and then used my hands to cover my mouth.

"Oh shit," I muttered as I stretched and looked around the room.

I rubbed my hand over my forehead, absolutely humiliated as I sat on my bed and saw the whole bed littered with snacks.

Looking around the room, I yawned again then paused to remember what happened last night.

Of course I remember gulping vodka like it was water. I also remember staggering for the most part and also how I almost shot Tiffany.

Everything was blurry and I tried to hold my...