Hangover and Tragedy

You wake up with your head pounding. As you lean out of bed your stomach flips. You sit at the edge of your bed to regain your composure. You stand up. The ground doesn’t seem entirely stationary, as you make your way to your laptop.

You check your newsfeed. To your horror, The Haunted House exploded. You check your phone and it only gets worse. There is a call from local police asking you to identify your brother’s body.

Over the next week you make arrangements and commiserate with Di. Sara is oddly absent and you are a bit annoyed with her.

Then the invite to her bachelorette party arrives. You call Di.

“Hi Di! Did you get it?”

“Sara’s bachelorette party invite? Yeah. It’s about time she’s been MIA for like a week.”

“You going?”

“Of course. Not much notice though. I’m a little surprised how late it’s starting. I suppose given it’s at a casino, it’s not so late.”

“I swear she wants to be pale for the wedding.”

You exchange some more pleasantries before hanging up.

You suppose you have a party to get ready for.