Jordan had thrown this big party. It was great. Donnie had been half passed out from Loods multiple times, then woke himself up with some coke to go again.

It was a blast.

The problem was just, that the party had been yesterday. Now was the morning after, and Donnie was waking up, and it wasn’t the worst hangover ever, it was actually quite alright and Donnie didn’t feel bad, but the overconsumption of that many substances still wasn’t the greatest thing to do for your body.

Furthermore, his wife had refused to take him home after she had beaten him up at the party for touching himself in front of everyone while looking at Naomi, Jordan’s wife.

Mazel tov.

So Donnie just rubbed his eyes and looked around, trying to figure out where the hell he even was.