DeVil in the Details.

Chapter six: Silver Spoon Cool

The morning after was excruciating, Rowland woke up in a small puddle of his own drool, his neck aching from the position he had found his body in when he had passed out. But thankfully in his own bed, he half expected Charlotte to be next to him as; to his knowledge he had left with her.

He sat up and immediately hated himself for it as he felt the jar of ants that which replaced his brain, holding himself accountable for the drinks he had; wincing at the light that was cast by his phone screen which was on full brightness. He turned it down and finally took a look to see the time which flashed thirty minutes past seven. Rowland shot up faster than any man would be able to in his intoxicated condition and did a clumsy speed walk towards the door to the bathroom on the other side of the flat; resisting the urge to piss himself almost tripping over his own feet. Feeling the jar of ants slosh angrily with every move.

'A Fucking hangover on a weekday, Rowland...really! '

He thought, cu