Quinn smiled. “I don’t come often. Do you have a headache? Do you want something to eat?”

She already had her fill.

“My head hurts. It’s my first time getting drunk and hungover. It feels like my head is being torn apart.”

Julian rubbed his temples as he spoke.

At the same time, he thought, ‘The alcohol Zachary prepared was so good that it actually got all of us drunk.’

Zachary would have felt accused. Clearly, Julian’s alcohol tolerance was the issue.

“I don’t have an appetite because o