As the morning light filtered through the curtains, you groaned, feeling the dull throb of a hangover. With a heavy head, you sat up, rubbing your temples, only to freeze as you realized you weren't alone. Wanderer, with his indigo eyes and sly smirk, was already awake, watching you intently.

"Well, well, what ever happened here?" he drawled, his voice laced with amusement.

You blinked, memories of the previous night flooding back in bits and pieces. The drinks, the laughter, and then... things got a little blurry. Too blurry. Panic surged within you as you tried to piece together the events of the night.