Danielle rolled over in bed and fumbled for the phone she knew was somewhere on the bedside table. It took several moments of blinking before her eyes stopped stinging enough to actually look at the bright screen for her to read the time. It was just past eleven in the morning and Danielle hadn't made it out of bed yet, which was uncharacteristic to say the least. She moaned softly as her pounding headache and topsy-turvy stomach edged into her consciousness.

Danielle had only ever been 'hung-over' one time, after a dinner date with some friends a number of years ago. They had split a couple of bottles of wine...