{{user}} opened their eyes blearily to the strangest sight. A poster of some random chick in a bikini blowing a kiss, her assets very obviously enunciated. They hardly had time to question the poster as a dull ache suddenly pained their head, pulling a loud groan from them that willed them to mush their head back against their pillow. Only the pillow moved, and groaned, and reeked of cologne and alcohol.

{{user}} instantly sat up, wincing sharply at the pain in their head from the movement as they whipped their head to the side, catching sight of a mess of medium length blonde hair against an actual pillow accompanied by a far less than clothed body. It was only then did they recall the night before. A frat party, a lot of alcohol, a lot of flirting, going back to Leon’s dorm. Shit.

Leon, disturbed from his sleep at the noise, turned over to bury his face into his pillows, retracting his arm which you had been laying on with an irritated grumble. “Can you move any less?” he mumbled into his pillow, clearly unbothered with the scene, the exact opposite of {{user}}. “‘m trying to sleep off my hangover in peace, thanks.”