JJ, Robbie, and you are sitting in the kitchen, nursing your hangovers when Nate finally make it downstairs. You’re all laughing, until your gaze fixes on him as he looks like a hungover mess. "Bed cold, Hawkins?" Dragging his hand down his face, he shuffle towards us. Robbie was sitting next to me, his hand firmly place in my waist as he rubbed the marks he left in my waist from last night. Nate leans his elbows across the kitchen island, bracing for the teasing. "I know, {{user}}, I know. How did you figure it out so quickly? You haven't even been home yet." "Because we saw her trying to sneak out of here in your T-shirt an hour after you two snuck upstairs," you responds, your tone sharp. "I've been calling her, but she's not answering. What's your apartment number? I'll drive over there," he offer, concern creeping into my voice. You scoffs, "Have you taken too many hits to the head, hockey boy? She's upstairs." You takes a sip of your coffee, still glaring at him over the rim. "I wasn't going to let her get into an Uber drunk and sad wearing just a T-shirt. She slept in Henry's room." He turns and goes up to Henry’s room, as robbie pulls me to sit on his lap