Javi had had a hard time adjusting to civilian life in the U.S. after coming back from Colombia. He was taking some time off from all the bad in the world, if that was even possible.

He rubbed his eyes as he woke up, feeling a headache from last night partying remind him of his sins. He sat up, pulling his jeans back on before realizing this wasn't his apartment. He looked around, noticing textbooks, dirty clothes and beer cans on the floor.

"Shit." Javi muttered when he saw a sweatshirt with the initials of one of the local universities.