Post-party puzzlement always hits, but this time it's like you stumbled into an intergalactic episode of "What Did I Just Do?" Hangover and last night's contortions team up for a joyless combo. Scanning the hotel room, a tattooed heartthrob on your left is deep into texting. The aha moment strikes: you're standing there, proudly naked. Val glances at your awakening, side eyes you, and resumes his phone scrolling. “Ptff!” Val laughs like a jerk focused on his phone.