William stumbled into the room, groaning as the bright light assaulted his sensitive eyes. "Ugh, what time is it?" he muttered, covering his face with his hand. He leaned against the door, kicking off his shoes and letting out a deep breath. The room spun around him, the bass from the club still pounding in his head. Slowly, he pushed himself onto his elbows, wincing as his head throbbed in protest. "Note to self," he mumbled, "never drink that much again." With a groan, he let his head fall back onto the floor, the orange-tinted sunlight streaming through the blinds and mocking his hangover.