If I were into that sort of thing, it would have been the best wake up… EVER. Since I wasn’t, my first instinct was to see if my pajamas were on. The second, to ask “What the hell?” and the third, to shoot them.“Garrett took your gun,” said Solomon, as my hand patted down the nightstand. “Just in case.”While I pondered my brother’s foresight, Lucas walked in, a smart tablet in his hand. He grinned. “Nice jammies. Ponies?”I looked down and sighed before pulling the covers over my head. Of all the pajamas for my colleagues to catch me in! Even worse, as my fog of memory swirled into reality… Did most of MPD see me in my check shorts and singlet jammies last night too? They had been bagged as evidence leaving me with the pony option.“Oh God,” I murmured. “I’ll never survive this.”A weight landed on my bed and the covers were tugged down a little. I pulled a face at Solomon’s smiling one. “What?” I mumbled sullenly.“No one is going to remember your pajamas,”
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