“Jesus, Karen, knock it off!” Scott swatted at his fiancé who had been jabbing him in the ribs for the last several minutes. It was time to get up for work, he knew that, but his head was killing him and his stomach was definitely trying to stage a coup.
“Ach, well at least he’s not dead!”
That wasn’t Karen.
His eyes popped open as the unfamiliar voice was joined by a murmuring of other unfamiliar male voices. Risking the explosion of his head, Scott sat up quickly and found it was his gut he needed to be worried about. If there had been anything at all still in his stomach it would have been ejected immediately.
Trying to focus on his surroundings wasn’t easy with the pounding in his head and the brightness of the day, but...
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