“Oopsie,” I hiccupped before chugging down the rest of it. “Now, I’ve had enough.” Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I strained my eyes to see better. Everything was spinning.
Whoa.
Why the fuck was everything spinning?
“Maybe it’s time to—”
“Party!” I yelled, grabbing the nearest body to me and thrusting its arm in the air. A girl’s laughter washed over me.
“Hey, Asher,” she said.
“Hey... uh...”
“Lucy.”
“Lucy, hey.” I smiled, turning on the Asher Bennet charm. “How about me and you—”
“Okay, that’s enough.” A heavy arm landed on my shoulder, pulling me away from the pretty blonde and marching me down the hall.
“Hey, man, I was just about to—”
“Hit on your teammate’s girl?”
“Shit, that was Felicity? I didn’t—”
“Jesus, how much have you had to drink? It wasn’t Felicity; it was Lucy, Peterman’s girlfriend.”
“Fuck,” I slurred.
“Yeah, fuck.” Cameron manhandled me into the bathroom at the back of the house. I stumbled onto the toilet and dropped my head into my hands.
“Everything’s spinning.”
“I’m not surprised. Ready to tell me what’s really going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“The party. You drinking your way through your dad’s liquor cabinet like you’re on a one-way mission to getting your stomach pumped.”
“We’re celebrating.”
“Celebrating, you really expect me to believe that? I know you, Asher, and something’s up.”
“You think you know...” I grumbled, swaying slightly. My hand shot out, steadying me. “You haven’t got any idea what it’s like sometimes.”
“So talk to me, man. I’m right here.”
“It’s my...” I slumped off the toilet and yanked the lid up just in time to empty my stomach contents into the bowl.
“I’ll get you some water.” The door opened and closed as Cam left me to nurse a stomachache—and my pride—on the expensive floor tiles.
After flushing the toilet, I managed to pull a hand towel off the rail and turn on the faucet. I cleaned my face and laid down on the tiles as the room spun around me.
When the door opened again, I held out my hand, not bothering to open my eyes.
“Here.”
Shit.