Serena sighed and said “might be best…I just hope the vomiting is over…I’d hate to make an bigger mess for poor Sam to clean up again…” she got up and started to the door but way too fast. She swayed fell into the wall, her breathing labored. “Crap…what did that guy do to me…”

John smiled and said “and they say drinking is bad for you…not believing that one anymore. So you two got big plans for the future?”