Rogue woke slowly, confused. She wasn't in her own bed, couldn't remember where she was or how she'd gotten there.

There was a funny taste in her mouth, and something was digging into her side. She rolled left, banged into something solid. Her stomach rebelled and she took several deep breaths to get it under control.

Opening her eyes, she winced. The early morning sunlight was like knives to her brain.

Bobby lay to her left; others were sprawled around the rec room, asleep.

Empty liquor bottles littered the floor.

Logan's memories of late night carousing had never included hangovers.

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