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I jumped awake and an immediate rush of pain surrounded my head. Daisy was screaming something about Mason, which made the pain worse.

"I swear, I do nothing!"

"Mason, do you take me for a fool?"

"Possibly!"

Mason came charging down the stairs, followed by Daisy, in a robe. Mason stands behind the couch, which is where I am, trying to figure out how I'm on the couch.

"George, did I do anything to you last night?"

"Huh?"

"Georgia, I cam home to find him leaving, with a smile, and you passed out on the couch."

I looked at Mason.

"Nothing happened."

I turned my eyes toward the table and my head began to throb. A bottle…Oh…Moments from last night began to rush back.

"Were you drinking?"

"I-"

"-Georgia, that is not very lady like. Getting drunk and passing out… Maybe I'll have a talk with Rube about this."

Great, the last thing I need is to talk to Rube.

"It's mine. That's why I was smiling. I was piss drunk…and a little high. So sorry for having fun."

Mason left and poured a cup of coffee. Holy crap, did he just take a blame for me?

"Figures, you always drank and did drugs at the same time."

Daisy left upstairs, restoring peace downstairs. Mason handed me the coffee.

"Hangover. This'll help."

"Thanks. Thanks for taking the wrap too."

"No problem. That's how I'm seen. Don't wanna let down the image."

"How you're seen?"

"Yep. My image. A drunk, addicted, bum, moron. Don't wanna let my fans down."

Mason left, heading to the diner, and I managed to stand, and eventually make my way there as well.

I sat down and all the noise seemed to be blasting in my ears. Rube slammed down a post-it for me, which didn't help.

"You sick, Peanut?"

"Nah. Just a headache."

"Good. We have a lot of work to do today. There'll be a group reap at 6:30."

"Great, Rube, I should get paid for this, I have to take time off from work…"

"Roxy, I'm not getting paid, so neither will you. Get used to it."

We all finished our brief breakfast and scuffled out one by one. I was left at the table, with a hangover, and Mason and Daisy bickering, making it worse. I got up and dragged myself through the door.

The light immediately hurt my eyes, which in effect, hurt my head. I decided to not go into work, Delores wouldn't care… I made my way back home and passed out on the couch.

Mason came home, waking me up, singing, out of tune, a song I didn't know, or want to know.

"Mason, please shut up."

"Georgy, what're you doing home?"

"Took off from work."

"Oh…Why?"

"Sick."

"Oh…"

I put my head back under a pillow and tried to fall back asleep.

"Anything I can do?"

Did he just offer help?

"No…Actually yes. What happened last night?"

"Well, you came home and took a sip and passed out."

"Nothing else?"

Mason thought for a moment.

"Nope."

"You're lying. I can see it in your face."

"Well, nothing happened with you at least."

"Oh…Did you tell the girl, is that what happened?"

"Yep."

"And?"

"I found out how she felt."

"And?"

Mason got a sad look on his face and started up the stairs.

"She forgot all about it."

Aw, kinda sad... Well, then let's see what happens.

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