Chapter 5
Hairy Hangovers & A Wild Redhead MIA
J.D. sat staring at a giant screen riddled with pie graphs in a room filled with young accountant newbies. Jesse sat next to him scrolling through his social media on his cell phone. Up at the front of the room, a senior accounting executive from Pane Capitol droned on about gains. To J.D., he sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher. “Wah wah, wah wah wah, wah.”
His head hurt. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d tied one on like he done last night. His mouth felt dry, and there seemed to be a fur coat wrapped around his tongue. His eyes were scratchy, and there was a green-gilled queasiness in the pit of his stomach. He cast a sidelong glance at Jesse who seemed completely normal and grunted. All J.D. had wanted when he awoke before the vicious sunrise was a strong cup of black coffee, but there’d been no time. Still, he’d forced himself to rise, shower, dress, and headed downstairs where he found Jesse happily feeding a slot machine looking for all the world as if he hadn’t touched a single drop of liquor the night before. That’s when he realized he wasn’t a young pup anymore.
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