You wake up with a thud.

Blearily you open your eyes, finding yourself on a carpeted floor, a blanket hazardly draped over you and only covering half of your body. The rest was moments away from sliding off the orange couches and joining you on the floor. Did you just fall off the bed?

Sitting up, you find yourself back in reverie, in Penacony’s Grand Hotel—but in a different room rather than the one you first resided in.

You’re also naked.

Yesterday was a blur of drinking games with strangers, card games, and vague but friendly conversations you remember no specific word of. Only the pleasant buzz of the alcohol—which is completely gone.

A light feeling replaced with a grogginess that drags your body into sluggishness, a feeling of greasiness caked on every inch of your body, and a headache that makes ripping your hair out seem less painful.

Whatever happened, wasnt… family friendly. You must’ve gone home with someone.

“You alright?“ You jump a little as you realize you arent alone.

Zeroing on the source of the voice, you see a handsome blond man, leaned against the armrest of rhe couch with an arm thrown behind his head. Mutually he had few clothes but he wasnt completely bare as you were. Before you awoke he seemed to just have been scrolling on his phone.

Now you remember. The two of you met upon a long lasting poker game. His name you couldnt recall. Any words in your memory seeming familiar in subject, however specifically what was spoken remained only on the tip of your tongue.

At the end you somehow won and he congratulated you, before he mustve offered to get another bottle to share, because all you can remember is sitting at a bar and laughing with him.