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“What did I do wrong?” I manage, wincing at the pounding in my head as I come to sit up straight.

She scoffs and passes me a glass of water and two painkillers.

I down the water and tablets as slowly, but very fucking surely, the night starts to come back to me in hazy images. “We went to Riley’s, right?”

“Yeah, keep going,” Felicity drawls.

Scratching my bare chest, I hold out the empty glass. “I’m gonna need some more hydration for my brain to work.”

Snatching the glass out of my hand, she turns the faucet and refills the glass, handing it back to me. “Would you like me to clarify last night for you,JJ?”

Damn, Jon must be scared shitless ninety percent of the time.

I’ve heard that nickname a handful of times and only ever from a blonde. But with the icy way Felicity says it, my skin prickles in response.

What thefuckdid I do?

I nod once, forcing down the rising bile with water.

“Well, where do I start? Do you remember diverting us all to Club Heat after Riley’s?”

I nod; yeah, I remember that since I made the decision while still sober.

“And do you remember announcing how trashed you planned to get?”

I nod again.

“The tequila?”

“How could I forget,” I groan.

“And what about the busty brunette pinned to your side all night?”

My head whips up to look at her.

“Yes, Jensen. Although she was a part of your plan, right?”

There’s no way I hooked up. I wouldn’t. I don’t anymore since it's fucking pointless. “I didn’t hook up with her.”

“I know you didn’t.” Her tone is slightly softer. “But is it true?”

“You’ll have to clue me in. That’s as much as I remember.”

“Is it true you’re crazy about her?”

“The brunette? I don’t even remember her name.”

“Not the brunette. Kate.”

Embarrassment overtakes me. Whatthe fuckdid I tell her? I drag my hands down my face but pause when my right cheek stings.

Felicity chuckles. “That’s where she slapped you.”

Fuck! “Kate?”

“No, the brunette. She hauled you into a dark hallway. You were totally wrecked, so I chased after you to make sure you were alright. Next thing I knew, she was trying to climb you, but you said no and backed away. Then, in an incredibly slurry voice, you told her you were ‘crazy about Princess Katherine, even if she can’t stand me.’ And that’s when she slapped you and stalked off.”

Jesus.I called her Princess Katherine.