James can’t remember anything from last night, all he remembers is falling asleep on cold grass in a forest.

Now, he’s slowly waking up in some cottage, faintly hearing Stevie Nicks off a radio. Where the fuck am i?

James body tenses when he hears quiet singing, so he sits on the small sofa and sees a girl walking over with a mug that’s shaped like a cauldron.

“What the fuck..” James groans and sits up, looking around at the very whimsical and quite beautiful, to be honest.. I do not remember fucking anyone after i got drunk, especially not this chick.