I should've never left you at that diner...

Eugh... hangover.

short ass filler chapter

Mark woke up the next day with a yawn, stretching and glancing around, his head felt fuzzy and he groaned, hitting the pillow as he buried himself back in his blankets.

He didn't wanna get up, so he decided to check his phone, to which was filled to the brim with messages. Mostly from Jimmy, others from work, etcetera.

He groaned, putting the phone down and getting up, fighting against his headache to get a drink.

Mark went through the house and to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water when he glanced over at the side of the sink on the counter.

There was the bouquet...

Mark was fucking over it at this point though and went back to sleep.
Except it was just the hangover.
Mark is very very hungover.