Vinyl Scratch wakes up with a splitting headache and no recollection of the night before. It's not as cheesy as it sounds. The DJ has no idea what happened, but she knows it was bad. When faced with the possibility of bad things happening to you for something you can't remember, what would you do? I thought so.

Note: This story is told mostly through narration, with some dialogue.

Preread by my good friends PandOracle and Suke, both of whom I have helped/am helping. They're great people.

As with my previous story, please tell me how I can improve. If you must dislike it, for whatever reason, please tell me why in the comments. It's the only way I can improve.