A Night to Forget

…I stood up and thanked the waiter. I have important tasks to do; Brittany and run the company. Running the company, I could do but I had a lot to catch up on when it came to Brittany, one night was not enough. It could never be.

Brittany 

Twelve Years Ago

"I am never to drink again," I said for the umpteenth time when I woke up that morning. I woke up to a banging headache and soreness but the most pressing issue was Francisca's nagging me to tell her how the night went. 

Spilling the beans was not the problem, the beans were the problem. First, I needed fluids– water and coffee to wake my brain and secondly, I did not want to admit to anybody that I lost my virginity on a blanket in an open space while drunk with my friend. Really embarrassing.