"...Well, that depends on a lot of things, Dale." Skye sighed, shaking her head. "It's fine. I'll be fine. Listen, I gotta sober up and see just how big a hole I've dug myself into. I'll catch you tonight at the usual, okay?"<br/><br/>With that, Skye closed the call, and put down her phone. She cautiously stepped towards the bed...<br/><br/>Well, might as well get this over with. She grabbed the sheets and yanked them aside, revealing her "prize" from last night...