EMILY'S STANDPOINT
"Alexander," I whispered, opening my eyes to be met with my familiar ceiling.
I groaned, sitting up. My head aches badly, I reek of alcohol and my hair looks like it's been in the wind.
What the hell happened yesterday?
I looked around, trying to pinpoint anything that would remind me of yesterday.
First of all, my eyes landed on a jumpsuit, one which I remember to have gotten from Aimee before she dragged me off to a club. It has an ugly stain on it but I don't remember how it got stained.
"I see, so Aimee and I went to a club," I muttered, pausing as I tried to remember other details. My eyes found the mask on the table beside the bed and I picked it up, touching it.
A migraine hit me that minute and I groaned in pain, flashes of Aimee and I talking and drinking till a strange man stole her away and she dumped me on some other man.
