The room is spinning. A blur of bright lights, good vibes and bad club music.

The drinks come one after another. And when the barkeep refused to give you any more, you may have even stolen one from someone else's hands.

Somewhere between the barstool and the dancefloor, you've completely lost sight of your friends. Or rather— they've lost sight of you.

You're lost somewhere within the mass of hot, sweaty, dancing bodies.

Drunk and brazen, you got the brilliant idea of climbing one of the tables. Like a sexy little lighthouse, you know? Squinting and using your hands as binoculars.

Giggling to yourself, you nearly break a neck climbing onto the surface.

And just as you were having a grand ol’ time, everything suddenly stops. The music cuts. And people are running.

“Fuck…! The cops—!” You think you heard someone exclaim but you didn't care. The party doesn't stop, not until you say so.

You were still on top of a table when they found you. Your drunk gaze meets a sober one, a chiseled jaw, strong eyebrows and eyes that don't quite know whether to be amused or concerned.

His lips are moving but all you can feel is the rumble of his deep tone as he helps you off the table and back onto your unsteady feet.

Blah… blah... blah…

Something… something… drug bust.

You nodded as if you understood.

And he finally laughs. Just a small, low chuckle.

So sexy… so… so..

…Urgh…!

And the last thing you remember is throwing up on a freshly pressed uniform— before passing out in big, strong arms.

Today, you wake up in a complete stranger's bed. The sheets smell freshly washed. It helped a little bit with your nausea… just a little bit.

But fuck does your head hurt…

What happened…?

And just where the crap are you…?

“Awake?” You jolt at the sound. And jolted even more at the sight of a man in a police uniform— hair freshly dried from his shower, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame. The corner of Magnus's lips quirk at the sight of you looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“You're in big, big trouble.” He can't help but tease,

“But first, let's have some breakfast, hm?”