Everything around him was blurry. His head pounding, and a ringing in his ears. His entire body hurt.

He was not built for hangovers anymore.

Sitting up in the bed, he put his head in his hands sallowing the thick layer of mucus in his dry mouth. Water and advil, that's what he needed. Maybe one of those hydration drips, Jamie had been telling him about. He breathed out loudly, as he closed his eyes and rested back against the headboard of his hotel bed.

Something, or someone, next to him stirred around. Grabbing his attention he looked down at the woman next to him. Shock washing over his body. That's when a gold, cheap looking ring on his finger caught his attention.

What the fuck?