My fucking head is pounding and my mouth tastes like shit. Memories of last night flood my mind, I think I’m gonna be sick. Unlocking the door, I run towards the bathroom where I puke up the tequila I inhaled last night. I hear footsteps coming towards me and the chuckles make me want to puke on his boots. “What the fuck happened to you man?” Tate says. Wiping my mouth, I walk down the hall to the master bathroom. Grabbing the mouth wash, I swig it and rinse my mouth out. Spitting it out, I check the mirror and see how shitty I look right now. Damn. I feel like I got hit by a truck. “Got some news last night that didn’t go over well.” I state. I don’t want to talk to him about it, but I know he won’t let it rest until I tell him. “Does it involve your wife?” He asks with a smirk. “Yeah.” I reply while searching the cabinets for some aspirin. Grabbing the bottle, I pop the top and pop a few pills in my mouth. Getting some water from the sink I wash them down and turn towards Tate’s smirking face. “What happened?”
