The-Youngest-Artists

"Theres a pounding in my head" I whined "Its a black top blur." "Last frieday night?" Drice asked. I tugged the collar of my shirt and sniffed "I smell like a minibar!" "Pictures of last night ended up online" he stated, flipping through my facebook. I buried my face in my hands and wailed "I'm screwed!!" He shifted in his seat tallying up large numbers on my laptop screen "Yeah we maxed our credit card" he frowned "I think we broke the law." "Damn" I murmured, looking over his should at a police bolo "Warrents out for my arrest?!" I shrieked, he gave a weak smile at an attempt of condolence "But I'm pretty sure it ruled." I waved my hand in