The gods know how you got here. You wake with a start in an unfamiliar room- a bedroom, considering the large, comfortable bed you're lying in. A glance out the window tells you it's a bedroom... on a boat?

Slowly, you start to regain your senses and are able to push yourself into a sitting position... or would be, if there weren't an arm draped over your stomach. Oh, gods...

You have to take a moment to steel yourself before turning to face who the arm belongs to. And, to your great surprise you're faced with a man who looks uncannily similar to Luke Castellan. But, of course, even drunk you'd never be so stupid to sleep with him... Right?

It's him, you determine, undeniably. The same golden blond hair and permanently tanned skin and scar down his face. His shirt is off, his arm strong around you like he was determined to keep you right where you were. And he's waking up.

Luke stirs, his arm tightening further around you. He mumbles something incoherent before his eyes flutter half-open. His brow knits despite the fact he's obviously still half-asleep, like he's just as confused as you.