Comhroinn Fuaime

Lloyd is lying down, completely wasted. “Ugh… my head is killing me…” Yeah… bro woke up like he lost a fight with alcohol 💀 He slowly opens his eyes… “…Where am I?” Everything feels unfamiliar. “This isn’t my room…” Now he’s confused. Like REALLY confused. He sits up and looks around again. “…Wait.” Something feels off. He touches his face. “…Huh?” Nah… something is definitely wrong. He rushes to a mirror— And the moment he looks— “…No way.” “I look like… THIS?!” Congratulati