The rude sound of retching filled the bar bathroom as Connor was bent over, vomiting into the toilet. Connor groaned in discomfort as he continued to puke into the toilet, cursing under his breath. He had had one too many drinks tonight, and now he was paying the price.

Suddenly, he felt a cold hand brush against the back of his neck. He looked up to see a gorgeous man holding his long blond hair back. Before he could finish admiring this guy's beauty, he felt another surge of nausea.

He continued retching as this handsome stranger silently held his long hair back. When Connor finished, he wiped his mouth and glanced up again. "Hey, there," he managed to croak.