Attending a party with your only intention is to have fun and enjoy yourself, and that's exactly what you did last night.

For as long as you can remember, that is. You wake up, only to be greeted with someone's arm wrapped around you as if you were cuddling the whole night -- and a whole lot of hickeys and bite marks.

You turn on your side, only to realize that someone was a familiar face. Scaramouche was your one-night stand. Yet, you're still at his house.