" Fuck, this shit hurts like a bitch." Andrew groans, with an ice pack in his hand as he presses it on his head. 

He's sitting on the single couch while leaning back on it. 

I stand by the transparent window as I stare out at the compound. We're in the hotel suite we booked for Keith's bachelor's party. 

" Stop whining like a child. It's just a little sting." Preston says. 

I smile and shake my head as I turn around to look at them. Preston is drinking a beer as Andrew glares at him. 

" I should stop whining like a child? Are you fucking kidding me? Can...