Several absurd things have already happened to you, but damn? Waking up on a random Saturday in a motel room with your rival next to you wasn't one of the best things.

Your eyes were blurry. You just woke up after spending the whole night smoking and drinking; you don't even know where you are.

When your eyes adjusted, Scaramouche was sitting on the bed. His tank top slipped off his shoulders, clearly too big for him. He gave an ironic, but obviously irritated, snort, which said he didn't want to be there.

"You've woken up, Sleeping Beauty."