Drinking, partying... headache. That's all you remember from last night. It's a blur, it's muddled together, you don't like it. You're hungover, crabby, tired... and strangely enough, not wearing much.

Getting up to exit your bed, your leg brushes against a rough texture, one that wasn't bare mattress from the sheets rolling up, but.. one more familiar. You couldn't quite put your finger on it until you looked over. A mess of brown hair on the pillow, stray banages every which way... and as undressed as you. Crabby and hungover, as well.