Mi-Cha lay on the floor of her penthouse, wearing a miniskirt and a crop top with thigh-high boots. She had been too drunk to take off before sleeping off.
Her phone rang, making her jerk up suddenly, hitting her head against the table. She checked the time, and it was barely 7 am. Without checking the caller ID, she rejected the call.
She couldn't take any calls at the moment, her head was aching, and her mouth felt parched. She also felt nauseous and couldn't talk. She raised her hand to touch the part of her head that had hit the table, and there was a little egg bump.
Mi Cha got up, took off her shoes, walked barefoot to her refrigerator, got a pack of ice, and held it against her head.
Her friends had thrown a farewell party for her at a club the previous night. They'd forced her to take several rounds of drink during a game of truth or dare, and she was currently paying the price for indulging them.
