Storm POV
My head was pounding; last night was the first time in a long time that I had been this drunk. It wasn't planned; the guys and I got talking and drinking. I didn't notice Doom replacing my drink until I was beyond caring. He kept swapping my half-drunk drink with a fresh one on the table in front of me. It was a great night, but I am paying for it this morning.
Groaning came from somewhere close, dragging me from my slumber, and I instantly wished I were still asleep.
I risked opening my eyes and saw two large, sock-covered feet.
I was cuddling someone's feet!
Gross.
I tried to back away from them, only to find I was being held in place by arms around my chest.
What the heck?
We were all on the floor, all meaning Doom, Sprocket, Skunk and me.
God, how did I end up
