CHAPTER 51: ROULETTE

"Ugh!.." he groaned when the morning sun rays hit his face from the open windows of the room. Room?!? George shot up from the bed in panic but immediately regretted the action as the throbbing in his head intensified. God, he hated alcohol. His eyes fell on the blanket-covered figure lying next to him, and his heart dropped. What had happened? He couldn't remember a single thing except that he had suddenly blacked out at the bar. Had he hooked up with someone? He slowly reached out and poked the body twice. There were no responses except for the light snores. He reached across, flipped the sheet covers down, and gasped. "Katarina!!" She scrambled up in panic, "Jesus Christ! George, you just scared the hell out of me." It felt weird that she was there because, as far as he could recall, he never met her at the bar. He discreetly eyes her appearance, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. But he couldn't be sure. "What are you doing here? And where the fuck is this place?" Ka