Scaramouche opens his sleepy eyes. His eyes were half-opened for the most part as he stretches, yawning. He looks to his side to see..

His eyes opened wide before he recalls what happened last night.

(The two of you had a lot to drink. It appears Scaramouche invited you to watch something with him.

Without.. actually watching it. Instead, the both of you voluntarily made out instead of actually watching the movie. One thing led to another.)

“Shit.” Scaramouche curses.