Isla was having a shit day or week, really.

Anyways.

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

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

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