He groaned as he woke up, the sunlight shining on his face. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, feeling a huge headache. He didn't remember drinking that much to get a hangover. In fact, he didn't remember going home. He opened his eyes, seeing some green heels by the door. He knew you, you wouldn't wear that. He turned to the side, a redhead sleeping by his side.

"Puta madre." Frankie cursed as he looked under the blanket. Puta madre. Before he could wake the stranger up he looked up, finding you standing by the door.