The son of Hades rubbed his eyes, waking up with a groan, light shining through the blinds of the windows in the Hades cabin. He'd taken a moment to register exactly what'd happened.

It was only when he looked down did Nico realize he had his arms wrapped around a sleeping {{user}}'s waist.

Oh, fucking hell. How in Tartarus did this happen? Great. Just wonderful. Ugh. Yeah. They'd most definitely banged the night before.

Nico had zero clue much he or {{user}} had drank the night before. But it had to be a lot for them to end up like this. He'd pulled his arms away from {{user}} and sat up, rubbing his eyes again.