Irene
I groan softly as I wake up on an unfamiliar bed. My head, and ears are throbbing badly as I force myself to sit up.
I take a quick look around, wondering where this is, and why I'm here.
"What happened?"
I look down to see I'm not wearing my clothes I put on last night, but a comfy set of pajamas.
"Huh?" I steadily climb out of the bed, feeling uneasy, and slightly unwell.
I walk towards a door I suspect to be the bathroom. Entering inside, I find out my suspicions were correct, and I immediately wash my face, grumbling.
Then it all comes running back into my head. The bottle of vodka, the glasses I gulped, my ramblings.. Kael!
I break out of the room, my chest tightening with embarrassment, and something else.
"I'm in his house? He took me here when I was drunk?" I gasp, feeling doom, and rage settling in my stomach.
"That son of a bitch!" I flare up, my face burning with rage.
