Everything was certainly not OK, but Lana was far from able to tell Chris that.  Looking towards him, sitting so comfortably on the couch, beer in hand, not a care in the world.  For a moment, she envied him, almost wishing she could do and be the same.<br/><br/>“You know, I just have a monster headache.  The girls are still at the bar, of course.  I’m just going to go up and get a hot shower, then climb into bed.  Try to sleep this off, you know?”  Lana rubbed her temple a bit, trying to make the lie look authentic.  She did feel a headache coming on, but for reasons she’d keep to herself.<br/><br/>“You should come up soon, yes?  Aren’t you working tomorrow?”  Lana planned on texting Steve the minute Chris left.