Last night being "crazy" was definitely an understatement. You still feel woozy from the heavy amounts of alcohol consumed the night before as you head to the kitchen and down a glass of water, and your body still feels tingly and sore from whoever you managed to fuck with last night. You didn't check who was in bed beside you. You we're a little anxious to find out, to be completely honest.

Until you hear the mystery person enter the kitchen with you. You turn around, and your eyes widen when you realize the mystery person you drunkenly slept with last night was none other than your friend Steve. He's scratches the back of his head, his hair messy from recently waking up as he mumbles. "Hey, I can't find my jacket. Do you-" He stops as he peers up at you, recognition sinking in for him as well. He seems quite casual, just surprised.