The Birthday Scavenger Hunt

*Sloane*

The relentless pounding in my skull dragged me awake. My mouth tasted like stale tequila and bad decisions. I groaned, pressing my palms against my temples, and blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. Panic sparked in my chest. I threw the heavy duvet aside, my breath catching in my throat, only to find myself still wearing yesterday’s clothes—right down to my white socks.

Right. C