24 Hours

Eric grimaced and groaned as he peeled his eyes open. His hand shot up to block the bright beam shining though a hole in the curtain. "What the…"
When he rolled to his side away from the light he felt the thrumming of a hangover. This seemed more than just too much Johnny Walker. Eric sat up and tried to focus though the haze in his mind.
The room wasn't his. He looked around the cheap dive of a hotel room and immediately wanted a shower. There was no memory of coming here. He wouldn't set...