Chris groaned and sat forward as the hellacious drums continued to beat a blinding rhythm in his skull. The words haunted him and he reached for his robe before making his way toward the kitchen. Six men looked at him, but neither man spoke when Larabee reached for the pot of strong, extra thick, black coffee made by Vin Tanner. He heard the others chuckle and curse his luck once more, as he tasted the tar like substance. Shaking his head, he repeated his waking thoughts.

"Why didn't I keep last years resolution!"

THE END