From Dana’s point of view:

“Oh my god.” Bringing my hand to my head I turn over and look at my mobile to see the time. “MOM!” Turning back over I pull the duvet over me completely, “Ohhh my head.”

“What’s up Sis?” Sitting up a bit and covering myself with the duvet I look at Howie blankly. “What do want Howie?”

“You just called mum, but she’s not here, gone out with dad, so what do you want Dane?”

“Why didn’t anyone get me up, its 12:30 in the afternoon How, that’s awful.”

“Dana you were like the living dead, mom tried, so did I but when I got to close I forgot I was in your room I thought I was at a rotten brewery.”

“Fuck you Howie.” I lay back down putting the pillow over my face. “I feel awful.”

“Selves you right Dane, I have no sympathy.”

“Get out Howie!” I throw my pillow at him making him leave leaning over and taking my phone from the side.

Hey Shane, I feel awful, what did I do last nite?

X x x

Throwing my phone beside me on my bed I lay back down. “I’m never drinking again …. Ever!”

Picking my phone up I read Shane’s reply:

Hey Dane, I’m not surprised you and Alice were wrecked.

U disappeared into the bathroom for a while then passed out on sofa in Club.

U av a good nite?

X x

Reading the text last night suddenly dawned on me and what happened in the bathroom at Milk. Shit did Shane know what happened, was she bluffing me to see if I spill.

What I can remember I had a really good night.

What did I do in the bathroom?

Did you?

X x

I should text Alice she if she’s ok, see if she remembers last night or not.

Hey Al.

Thanks for last nite I needed a good nite out.

Did you av a good time, I feel awful. How much did we drink?

Dana x x x