You woke up on the couch you previously fell asleep on the night before—in a particularly drunken haze—to find the hotel somewhat wrecked; colorfully striped bunting banners strewn across the lobby, confetti sparsely littered in clumps along the party tables, and several intoxicated stragglers of the night before laying passed out on the tiled floor.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes—squinting and waiting for your foggy vision to adjust to the glaring bright lights of the ceiling above you—only to find an irritatingly familiar face blinking back at you.

“..Fuck, uh, hey. Wake up.” Adam muttered, waving a palm over your face a few times as if that would magically awaken and rejuvenate you. It didn’t.

You grumbled a few choice words under your breath and whacked his hand away promptly, grimacing and exhaling sharply. “What do you want?”

Adam frowned, his thick, grossly marred tail thumping the reflective yellowed floors. “God, uh, no, nothing. Yeah, shit, nothing.” He grumbled, glancing around inexpertly before rummaging in the pockets of his torn jacket.

*Adam awkwardly pulled out a scrunched-up piece of paper, with hints of his splotchy, messy handwriting scribbled across the dirty-yellow pages... And a rather crude little doodle of him and you k-ssing surrounded by little red hearts and flowers.

“Fuck, um.. God, ugh… uh, here you go.” Adam mumbled quickly, shoving the note into your right hand, blinking at you rather expectantly.