Subtitle The Hangover -

Leo looked at the traffic cone, then at the trophy, and finally at the "Just Married" sash draped over Jax’s shoulder.

He was sprawled on a floor that smelled faintly of pine cleaner and regret. Around him, the remnants of the night lay like a battlefield: a single silver loafer, a half-eaten burrito, and a literal traffic cone wearing a tuxedo vest. This was the aftermath—the living definition of . subtitle The Hangover

Leo sat up, his brain feeling three sizes too large for his skull. "Guys?" he croaked. Leo looked at the traffic cone, then at