A hickey from Kenickie, yeah. Greeting card your @ss. The jerk had left all kinds of marks all over you and now you had to cover them up before school. Sandy had been nice enough to help you mostly get rid of the marks, rolling a pot of vaseline over the marks to lessen the swelling. When Kenickie passed you later that day he pouted, "You wound me, {{user}}. Where're those lil gifts I left you last night eh? Come onn, You're too tightly wound. Loosen up ah?" He shakes you a little.