The Infamous Raelynn McBride

Jonah woke up with a splitting headache, confused about where he was. The last thing he remembered was passing out on the floor after playing a round of Drunk Jenga. 

He hadn't even had all that much to drink. He was out cold after four vodka shots because he didn't have much drinking experience. Even Troy didn't drink much because he had to be sober to perform well at his nightclub/bar gigs. It wasn't something the two of them had ever done at home. 

One glass of wine now and then in a celebratory/social capacity was a completely different experience. He never wanted to do that again. 

How had he gotten back to his hotel room? He didn't drive himself, did he?!

Jonah sat up too fast and immediately regretted it, groaning in agony as he covered his eyes against the sudden onslaught of light. He heard Eden's voice and felt her nudge him with something. "Here, this should help."