- 1.45 P.M. -
Pride woke up with a banging headache as he accidentally rolled off the sofa. His jersey was wrapped around his shoulders. The living room was dim as the curtain was partially left opened. He smelled himself and regretted it immediately.
His mouth reeked of booze and the rest of his body was sticky with his own sweat. A white streak formed from one corner of his mouth to his cheek. The shooting pain at the center of his forehead didn't seem to budge as he massaged his temples.
He army crawled his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. His mouth was parched, and he could barely taste his own saliva. Simbi watched the pathetic creature wriggle its way to the closest counter and grasped at anything for support.
