To say that David woke up with a hangover would be too much. Well, unless we're talking about a moral hangover, because this one he had like from here to the moon and back. He regretted not getting more drunk, because then maybe he wouldn't remember the embarrassing events of last night.
Completely depressed, he reached for his smartphone and saw eleven missed calls from Philip. He received only one text message from him, but a very meaningful one: "Are you alive?"
David groaned. He leaned against the wall. It was getting to ten o'clock, but it was Saturday and he didn't have any work, so he could sleep longer. The anxious text message from Philip, however, was something he couldn't ignore.
"David?" Philip answered as quickly as if he were sitting with the phone in his hand.
"Yes, it's me. I'm alive," he murmured.
"Thank God! Do you have any idea what kind of commotion you caused yesterday? It was Meiden who picked you up, right?"
