Literature
Stitched Up (19/?)
When Tony came to the following morning, he grimaced, knowing instantly that maybe last night he'd gone too far. His head was pounding worse than if a jackhammer had been taken to it, and that was even with the comforting shield of darkness around them. He popped a couple of aspirin and crawled out of bed, headed for the soothing refreshment of his morning shower despite his having woken at 2pm. It was still a morning shower, to him.
Feeling a little less like a zombie and a little more ready to face the outside world, and after having dressed sluggishly, he pushed his way out of his room, following the ever present smell of coffee to the ki