Tristan woke up with a pounding head. He got off the bed, once on his feet, the room swayed almost causing him to lose balance. For support, he reached out for the wall, going to his bathroom.
Once inside, he turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face just to feel something refreshing. He wished he could also wash away the aching in his skull.
His head felt fit to crack open. The burning thirst in his throat stayed, feeling dehydrated. His stomach lurched and gurgled.
He remembered that he had been drinking heavily last night. He cursed himself inwardly. The hangover was killing him. Perhaps, a pain killer could help.
His memories of last night after he got drunk was quite blurry. He didn't remember everything but he could somehow recall a portion of his memory. He knew that his twin cousins were the ones who dropped him by his condo.
'D@mn, they saw Matthew. Did they realize that I lied to them? Did the twins see Zhen-Zhen?'
