The Next Morning...

You wake up, the haze lifting from your head as you lift your head from the pillow with a groin. You pop out of your bed, quickly hurrying to get dressed.

"Fuck, we should've got to bed earlier," Lukas complains. "We're going to be fucked for tonight."

"Bollocks to that, we'll be fucked for tomorrow morning," Ben says.

"What's the plan?" you ask.

"It's still early enough for breakfast, let's hurry and get down there," Lukas says.

"What's first class?" Daniel groans.

"Double economics," you reply.

"Shit," Daniel replies.

Within a few minutes you've headed down the hall, showered, gotten changed and packed your schoolbag. Time for breakfast.