Sunlight and the sound of the coffee machine woke me. I sat up, woolly-headed, squinting and wincing as the throbbing hangover headache hit.
"Ugh," I groaned.
"That you, Ari?" Charley called from somewhere.
"Mm," I protested.
"Want some coffee?"
"Mmmr."
"On its way."
I forced my eyes open, scowling at the hateful light. Then I levered myself up and stared balefully out at the world.
She appeared at the door, steaming mug clasped in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other. She put them down for me. "You okay?" she asked.
"No," I whined.
"We did drink a lot."
I fumbled for the water and downed it, shuddering. Then I curled my hand, claw-like, around the cup of coffee she'd made me. "Thank you. How long have you been awake?" I managed.
"Not long. And I lay for a bit, enjoy
