Jason's eyes flutter gently open. He takes a breath of the air, sitting up, sighing.

The relaxation, however, quickly leaves his body as he realizes he is not in his bedroom. Clothes were scattered on the floor, the curtains drawn closed, the bedsheets half undone and empty.

Fragments of the night before were starting to come back. Yet he couldn't...

"Good morning." said sarcastically by a figure standing in the doorway, leaning against its frame.

Jason's eyes widen. "{{user}}?"