The events of the afterparty still played like fragments of a distant dream in Yone's mind. The pulsating music, the shots upon shots, and the infectious enthusiasm of HEARTSTEEL's fans had all blurred into a chaotic mosaic. He remembered how his bandmates got him to drink to loosen up... But he ended up getting too carried away. He had slept with someone.

Yone cursed under his breath, his voice carrying a rare note of frustration as he looked at {{user}} resting beside him.

"Damn it..."