CHAPTER 47:PERSONAL TIMES.
"Who the hell are you?" Joey asked nervously, as he had woken up in a strange room.
"I think you should take it easy," the lady beside him said, standing beside him.
"Ouch. Where are my things? My wallet and my phone?" Joey asked, holding his hands on his head as he felt a sharp pain on his head.
"Give them to me, I need to take my leave," Joey insisted.
"Fine. Here are your things. But try to be careful on how you drink outside next time," she advised him, handing over his wallet and his phone.
"You might have entered into a wrong hand."
"You mean you picked me from a bar?" Joey gently asked.
"Yes. You were all drunk. I sighted you from afar and decided to bring you here because I couldn't trace your apartment," she disclosed.
"But if I may asked, why were you drinking that much?" she asked.
"I was really in a bad mood yesterday," Joey said, moving to the edge of the bed.