When Soros woke up in his own bed, he had a splitting headache. He had absolutely no memory of how he had gotten back the night before. His memory stopped at the point where Hoder was urging him to drink. Beyond that, everything was a complete blank.
He wondered, "I shouldn't have said anything stupid last night... right?"
Soros never expected the liquor from Blue Star to be so potent; he still hadn't recovered from its effects.
"Good thing the main event is tomorrow, or this hangover would have ruined everything," he thought. He had initially believed this rare opportunity to get closer to Hoder would make his future operations easier. He certainly hadn't expected this outcome.
Propping himself up with difficulty, Soros grabbed his Light Brain from the bedside table. After confirming there were no signs of a breach, he breathed a small sigh of relief.
