I woke up with a hangover, and with my head splitting in two. I could hardly open my eyes as I tried to look around the room. The bright light coming from the window was making it difficult for me to focus on my surrounding.
I did not remember anything else after grabbing the bottle of the alcohol in Daniel's bar. So, I conclude that he must have carried me to this room and deposited me into this bed.
I was still wearing the clothes I had last night, I noticed. I must be in one of his guest rooms, probably the one I noticed where he placed my things when I arrived.
I slowly slide out of the bed and slumped down on the floor, unable to stand yet. I placed my face on the palm of my hands trying to shake off the throbbing pain in my head. "That was stupid," I told myself, rubbing both of my eyes with the palm of my hands.
