Page 66 of Prince of Pain

“He wanted to have some fun and not be such a buzzkill,” I smiled. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“I had plenty of fun last night without you,” he deadpanned, turning to Channing. “At least last night’s fun knew when to leave.”

Channing snickered, eyeing me over his coffee. “You suck at taking a hint.”

“Can you guys not start shit this morning?” Mason scowled, his forehead resting against my back. “I’m hungover as hell. I only got a few hours of sleep.”

“We know,” Channing huffed, glancing up as Ryder wandered back inside. “Morning, Princess. You look like shit.”

“Someone spiked my drink last night and it snowballed from there,” he mumbled, dropping into a chair at the table and resting his cheek on the cool surface.

That made Channing stiffen, the amusement leaving his face immediately. “Someone drugged you?”

“Yeah. Was a party pill of some kind,” he replied without moving. “The lines were my own bad idea though. I was rolling by then and just said fuck it.”

“Someone’s got balls to drug you, let alone at our party,” Channing bit out, glaring at Mason. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We were a little busy,” Mason replied.

“Getting laid was more important?”

“Absolutely. Ry’s fine, he had a good time,” he shrugged. “Right, Ry?”

“I’m alive, sort of,” Ryder scoffed, sitting back and rubbing his temples.

“Your parents are going to flip the fuck out,” Wolfe said without a teasing tone in his voice.

“Not if they don’t find out.”

“They’ll know. You’ve got it written all over you.”

“I spent a long time lying to them about it. I’m good at hiding it,” he answered with a shake of his head. “Besides, I think I’m just really hungover, they know I still drink.”

“You look like death and I’m pretty sure you’re still rolling a little,” Channing scoffed, standing and moving to stand beside Ryder’s chair to grab his chin to get a look at his eyes. “Yeah, you’re fucked, man.”

Ryder swatted him away, sliding his eyes to me. “Why aren’t you dying too?”

“I can function just fine because I never bitched out and quit like you. A good fuck usually fixes me too though, and I had a lot of those last night,” I shrugged.

“I should’ve been sober by the time I woke up then. I sweat it all out,” he said with a small smirk, wincing as his phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket, groaning before answering it. “Hey, Mom. Yeah, I’m leaving soon. No, I’m fine. Just didn’t want to drive home last night since I was drunk.”

I could hear Rory scolding him, a frown tugging at his lips as he glanced over at me.

“What?” I asked defensively, knowing she must have been talking about me.

“Archer’s been trying to get hold of you.”

“So?”

“So fucking call him. You broke your mom’s wrist?” he hissed, returning his attention back to the phone. “Jesus, Mom. I can fucking hear you, stop yelling at me. I was telling her to call him.”

Mason glared at me as he stood, his voice sharp. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“I didn’t do shit,” I argued as I sat back down in the vacated chair.

“She seems nice so why the fuck did you do that?”

“I didn’t! She was in my face so I pushed her away, that’s it!” I snapped. “Whose side are you on?”

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