Saturdays were always random in the foxes' dormitory. He probably should have gotten up a long time ago when he woke up out of habit, too early and knew that in a few hours he would have a run to unwind with Renee and boring lectures from Kevin about the importance of Exy and how it should have a sporting spirit.

Just thinking about the latter was enough for him to yawn and move his body, startled by the weight in his arms and slowly getting used to the familiar body.

The monsters' room smelled of vodka and highly spiked drinks after a party, courtesy of Nicky, and imported cigarettes he brought back after his little escapade with Erik.

Hazy memories in his mind. Shots and more shots of tequila, the vodka being sucked down in moments and the inappropriate songs that Nicky screamed in extreme ecstasy grabbing Aaron who tried to escape from the cousin.

Cigarettes and secrets shared in this haze, a body in his bed while the loud music drowned out the lewd sounds you made and encouraged him to continue.

The cell phone rings somewhere in the room, the sound muffled between clothes and pillows as he turns his attention to her sleeping face and just enjoys it in silence. A rare moment when you don't was discussing with one of the foxes about strategies or possible replacements for his position. Just you and him. And nothing but the warm peace of a lazy, fuck-the-world for everything else irrelevant.