de. The room was somewhat familiar, I have been hear numerous times but I don't know why I'm hear now.u "If you get up like that you are going to fall" Just as soon as she said that I got up

fell on my palm that was supported by my elbow on my lap. "What kind of wine do the rich drink." I groaned. "It wasn't alcohol?" the surprise eminent in her voice. "Trust me, I was surprised too. You wouldn't be expecting them to serve cheap beers though." I said to her as I watched her stand up to clear the plate and leave. "How are you feeling now?" she asked as soon as she came back. "Yeah, thanks" "So-," she slumped beside me, her weight dipping the bed. "When were you going to tell me about him" "Who?" "The man who brought you here last night" Shit! I totally forgot what got me into this mess in the first place. The last thing I remember was the bidding. The dance. And then the car. I shook my head. Isn't alcohol supposed to make you forget the incident a night before your hangover? I know it was alcohol but it was a very strong alcoholic wine that has the same eff