Chapter 133
Scooter used the toilet, washed his hands, drank what felt like a gallon of water right out of the tap, and then peered in the mirror. Ugh. Too much hair goo, and his normal bedhead looked like he’d need a comb, a brush, and a firehose to get his hair back into anything remotely reasonable. Aaaand the whole side of his neck was covered in hickeys, pretty much from his ear all the way down.
He scrubbed at his face for a moment. There was lipstick on his cheek and chin, too. Great. On the plus side, Roni had a huge, economy-sized jar of Advil next to the sink. He dry swallowed three of them.
“Where are my pants?”
Jesus. What the utter hell had he donelast night? He vaguely remembered crawling into a cab with Roni and Andy and…a red-headed girl? He grabbed the Advil and filled a cup with water.
Finally, Scooter staggered out of the bathroom. Andy had practically burrowed under Roni’s bed. “Come on, baby,” he said, slowly getting down on one knee. “You oughtta drink something.”