Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

MEGHAN

Dear Diary,

I am never drinking another sidecar ever. Like never ever. It took me half the day to even get my ass out of bed. Thank god I ate the rest of my leftover coffee cake before I passed out last night. I still feel like shit, but at least I never got sick.

Based on the text I got from Annabelle this morning, it sounds like she feels just as crappy.

I need to send a plate of muffins or something to Samuel for the ride home.

The details of everything that happened after round two are pretty blurry. I remember talking to Sebastian. Not sure exactly what I said, but I remember feeling like an idiot. After that I remember Samuel greeting me with a hug. I remember him laughing his ass off at how drunk we were, ragging on us both. I remember them being super friendly.

I forgot to ask how they know each other. And shit, I wonder if that means Annabelle knows Sebastian, too? But she talked to him on the phone so she would’ve said something if she knew him. Right?

Ah, Sebastian. What a conundrum he is.

But today is for hangovers, not heavy thinking.

XoxoX