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Ren woke up with a headache. Hangover, more specifically...
He couldn't exactly recall how much he drank or what he drank—was it beer? Whisky? Cocktails? Wine? A little bit of everything? He honestly can't remember. But he knows that it was a lot. He didn't refuse anything handed to him...well, it's more like he didn't want to refuse. Everybody was getting drunk to forget their depression, just wanting to have a good time because last night might be the last time they'd see each other again.
Who was Ren to remind them of moderation?
Besides, if Kaycee were old enough to be married off to some rich young master, then they'd be old enough to get hammered.
Aside from that, Ren also couldn't exactly recall how he got home. He remembers leaving the Rosewater Inn and calling a cab. Did he throw up in that cab? Maybe. How did he end up in his room? He doesn't know either. Maybe one of the guards helped him out.
But he managed to return to the clan and to his house, somehow.
