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After what felt like eternities of tossing and turning you hear the sound of ice rattling in a plastic cup, and you open your eyes, confused. Standing there is a 5'10" in a leather jacket, a tan messenger bag worn on his right shoulder. And in his hand was, in fact, and ice coffee. Now the rattling made sense.

"Look, babes, I appreciate your trying but this clearly isn't working out.. " the man says, looking you up and down "and if I don't get my beauty sleep soon, I'm gonna be an absolute monster tommorow,"