His head throbbed with a sharp pain, and he pressed his hands to his temples while trying to remember what had happened. Everything was blurry, and he felt a deep stomach ache. God, was this a hangover? Why did he have a hangover? There was a bitter, sour taste in his mouth; his breath was disgusting, as if something had crawled in there and died.

“Good morning, Andy!” When he tried to open his eyes, he cursed under his breath at the excess light. What time was it? And why was his brother yelli