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Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

The early hours of the morning, became the early hours of the afternoon before any of them roused from their night out, finding themselves all sprawled out in Martin’s motorcoach.

It had been practically lethal for Julie and Brynne to head back to the hotel – even though they tried to – after how much they’d had to drink.

They didn’t try to fight much before they passed out on Martin’s floor, and after that, there was no moving them.  It didn’t take much longer for Junior, Josh and Martin to pass out, either... all strategically placed throughout the coach.

Anyone who walked in, probably would have thought someone had gone through and killed them all during the night; and had anyone tried to, they probably would have succeeded.  There was no waking them up.  They were essentially dead to the world.

Brynne was the first one to blink her eyes and slowly try to bring herself back to consciousness.  Her vision blurred and swam in her head, before she was finally able to get control of it, and found herself on her back, staring up at the ceiling.

A ceiling she didn’t recognize.

Her eyes shifted left, where she came face to face with a black leather couch.  Martin’s black leather couch.  They flicked with some recollection of actually knowing where she was before she turned them to her right, and found Julie laying there – obviously still asleep herself.

Her back ached as she pushed herself up off the floor and onto the leather couch, trying to remember how exactly they’d gotten to be sleeping on the floor of all places in Martin’s coach.

They had all been drunk – that’s all she really remembered.  Bits and pieces here and there of things that happened at the bar.  Lots and lots of alcohol.  Martin telling her he’d make sure they were only beginning.  And did she mention lots and lots of alcohol?

Slowly angling her head around the coach, she couldn’t help but laugh.  Martin had never actually made it to his bedroom when they’d gotten back from the bar.  Instead, he’d passed out in the hallway leading to his room, mere feet from the door.

Junior and Josh though, that’s what really made her laugh.  They’d never even made it out of the kitchen.  They lay there, surrounded by beer cans – it’s obvious they’d continued the fun once back to the coach – but that wasn’t what had her laughing.  It was the fact that they lay side-by-side, Josh’s hand laced in Junior’s hair and Junior’s hand resting on Josh’s chest.

She stifled her giggles with a hand over her mouth when she heard Julie groan and mutter, “Stop screaming.”  As her eyes flickered open in pain, it was obvious she was nursing one hell of a hangover, probably worse than Brynne’s.

“Come here for a second, Jul,” Brynne whispered, trying to prevent Josh and Junior from waking up, until Julie could see them.

“Stop being so loud,” she moaned.

“I’m not,” Brynne shrugged, waving her up onto the couch, “But come here, trust me it’ll be worth it, you have to see this...”

Julie crawled her way up onto the couch slowly, but was compensated when she stared over the back of the couch towards the kitchen at what Brynne was looking at, and immediately burst out laughing, moments later wincing and clutching her head in pain.

“Shit,” she breathed, “That’s funny as hell, but damn did that hurt.”

“You have a hangover.”

“No shit sherlock,” she muttered, “I couldn’t figure that out by the hammering in my head.”

“Don’t bite my head off just because you had a little too much to drink.  Take some aspirin, you’ll be fine eventually.  But now, you have to help me look.”