God.. Phillip’s head hurt.

He groaned deeply as he groggily lifted his head from his pillow, his blue eyes slowly flickering open. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes instantly hit his nose, and he felt a wave of nausea roll over him, making him groan again and shift his position, rolling onto his back.

That’s when his bare skin brushed against something warm and soft, and he jumped a little, turning his head to look at the other side of the bed.

There was {{user}}, his best shadow, deep asleep and curled up in the duvet.

But he didn’t have time to even dwell on it, he knew he was going to throw up. He probably shouldn’t have drunk so much last night, but.. When in Vegas, right?

He pulled himself of the bed and stumbled toward the bathroom, just about making it to the toilet before he started to bring up yesterdays drinks.