I returned to the party, but I wasn't feeling it. Things were starting to break up, anyway. Eventually, after just about everyone had left, I climbed into bed. I was exhausted, but wide awake. My mind raced with everything that had happened with Lucy -- all that we'd said and done. And hadn't done.
Eventually I guess I fell asleep because the next memory I have is of someone knocking on my bedroom door. It felt like they were beating on my skull. Too much alcohol and not enough sleep had left me in quite a state.
Carefully, I got up from bed. I realized I'd never changed out of my slacks and dress shirt from the night before. I limped to the door.
Lucy was on the other side, looking quite a wreck herself. Her dress was half off her shoulder and her golden blonde locks were sticking up a
