Drinks and casual flirting led to something a bit more serious than making out. Ashe found herself blinking awake, her body only covered by the sheets of her bed. The room was familiar, but the warm space beside Ashe's body in her usually empty bed was certainly new.

Her body turned to see what the result of her drunken stupor was, only to be met by your face, soft with sleep. Ashe couldn't help but groan, the splitting headache interrupting her thoughts. The start of a hangover. Great.