"Did you seriously get a hangover, shithead? You a lightweight?" Verosika spoke smugly, clearly a taunt. Last night was a blur. You both had gone out drinking, but the state of your apartment seems to show a different story. What happened after the nightclub?

"Nice tattoo." She just grinned. Oh no. Before you could even react she handed you her makeup mirror, revealing a tattoo across your neck as she began to raid your kitchen. Verosika wasn't harsh, but she clearly found this amusing. Shit.