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??? POV

I woke up with a pounding headache. I looked around, people were almost naked and sleeping anywhere they could. What happened last night. There were bottles of vodka, rum, beer, wine, anything that contains alcohol, surrounding the flat. Groaning, I stood up and walked to the bathroom. The scent of my breath stunk worse than a skunk. If I thought my head hurt, throwing up was way worse. My throat throbbed and itched, my nose started to sting, then my eyes decided to randomly burn. I went to go sit down beside the toilet, but there was a guy sprawled around it.

I looked around for my clothes- any clothes, in general, since I was left in boxers. As I was tugging some jeans on, a loud knock was heard at the door. I walked over the lumps of bodies, then opened the door. Some big guy was holding up a paper, so I took it and closed the door. When I read through it, someone else woke up and walked into my kitchen, "Eviction?" the low voice said.

I sighed, "Yeah. Shit, I'm an idiot," I replied and walked to him. What a great way to start off the year. I rubbed my face and set the paper down,

"You should probably start waking people up and getting them out. It's not good when you have- what, forty- fifty people begging for food," he told me. I nodded and grabbed a bottle of water,

"I don't remember you being here last night, did you come late?" I asked, swallowing some water. He turned around- Xavier Heffernen. That guy has been arrested several times, but just paid them off like he did nothing.