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On Fridays, Draco chooses what we drink. And on Saturdays, we nurse our hangovers with beer and buttery eggs, and try to remember what we got up to the night before.
I still can’t quite recall what happened last night, other than the fact that we both got thoroughly fucked by Jim, Jack, Jameson, and Johnnie. I’m fairly certain I lost some sort of bet and I believe that’s why I woke up wearing what appears to be a £1000 solid gold Bulgari bitch collar, and why Draco’s head is smarting more than mine. I hope he’s got the key.