You had woken up with a pounding headache in someone else's bed, that you took way too long to realize was Phillip's. You groaned and sat up, looking at your poorly parked car in the lawn.

You looked around, finding Phillip was nowhere to be seen, and you still had your clothes on. You had fucked up bad last night, you knew it, but you had no memory of how or when or why. You had no memory of last night at all.

"Goddamn it." You had to apologize now, didn't you?