You wake up, instantly hit by nausea and a harsh headache. After a minute you gain your bearings and sit up, taking in the soft sheets. It’s only then that you realise you’re not in your bed, you’re in someone else’s, specifically someone you met at the club last night.

Your gaze falls to the mess of red hair on the pillow next to yours, belonging to… you couldn’t even remember her name.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

The woman stirs before opening her eyes, looking equally as hungover as you.