Chapter 4 [Hangover]

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Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself. 

—Henry James

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Mary Kim awoke with a groan to one of the worst headaches of her life. A pounding sensation right in the middle of her head, like someone, was playing American football with her noggin. She immediately clutched her forehead in pain, gritting her teeth while doing so in hopes it would somehow ease off the drumming pain inside of her skull. A slight breeze made her shiver as she realised her lack of clothes, her large breasts were on full display and the only thing covering the lower part of her body was a thin, pure white but warm sheet. Mary blinked once, twice, the headache now nothing more than background annoyance as she desperately tried to recall what took place just one night prior. 

'Fuuuuuuck, my head feels like Zack just finished using it as a punching bag...' the girl silently cursed, she panicked a little when she couldn't recall much from what happened last night.

Mary remembered that she, Vin and Jack all went out to drink and eat some crap in a cheap bar Vin knew, then they got drunk... uh... gangsters... those disgusting pigs were still being cursed to hell and back by Mary. Outside of those memories, her mind mostly drew blanks. She scratched her head in annoyance as she spied her clothes lying on the ground by the bed's side, so with a sigh, she forced her legs over the edge and onto the cold floor. However, before Mary could so much as lean down she noticed one, very, very, VERY, FUCKING VERY, DID THAT DRIVE IT HOME YET(?!), item on the nightstand that rested next to the bed...


...A pair of red-tinted, circular glasses...


Any action Mary was about to make was stopped, her body pretty much became as still as a statue. Even her breath hitched in her throat as her stomach dropped, her face was stuck in an expression a son's mother would make when she walks in on him masturbating to hardcore furry futa porn. The look of pure, unadulterated fucking HORROR. 


'Ohnononononononono.'


And then, as if some high-dimensional being that wrote Mary's every action like she was some sort of a character in a book, a low groan sounded from behind her. Definitely male's by the sound of it. Still taking on the appearance and characteristics of a statue, Mary slowly turned her head back. She nearly spew out her own heart when her fears were proven right. There, in bed, with his chiselled chest on full display and his nude crotch hidden only by a slither of the white sheet was... Jack Ho. No way?! Really?! It's like those glasses weren't enough of a giveaway?! Jack hid his eyes behind his hand, so even if Mary wanted to see them she couldn't, sadge.

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