My eyes opened to the brown ceiling of my less then luxurious room in the hyperion. I rubbed them with one hand and then the pounding started. The pulse pounding in my head...Ow. And I remember. Alcohol, and alot of it. And then sparring with...the guy and losing badly. And then throwing up and carried and black. And now hangover city. I sat up and
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