Isai was having a shit day. Or week, really.

Anyways.

It's Friday, since Isai had work off tomorrow he and his friends decided to go out. Isai felt it'd be therapeutic to drink his rationality away, forget his dick boss and just hang.

In hindsight, discarding the one thing allowing him to think logically was stupid.

Isai woke that morning with a killer hangover. Though he recognized the bedsheets as his own, the problem was he was naked, he wasn't alone and he had no idea who this was.