80. VENDETTA

~ Asher’s POV ~ * KNOCK! * KNOCK! * KNOCK! * Asher woke up to a loud pounding on the door. He rolled over to his side, checking the time on his phone. It was eight in the morning. Letting out a tired groan, he rolled off the mattress on the floor and got up to his feet. “Someone please get the damn door or I’m gonna fúcking kill someone!” Mikey groaned with his eyes still closed. He was sleeping on the couch, and on the floor next to him were Malcolm and Hayden. “I’m coming,” Asher croaked. His throat was sore. Probably from that jager bomb last night. Oh, last night was rough. That was the thing about alcohol. One glass was never enough, yet somehow also too much because it’ll always lead to more.  Asher didn’t remember how much he drank last night. He remembered agreeing to one drink, and then somehow another drink, and another one, and the last thing he remembered was watching Hayden and Malcolm doing keg stands. Then all of a sudden, he was passed out on the floor mattress with the