Last night was a blur. All Kevin could remember was the sharp tang of tobacco and the familiar taste of cheap whiskey burning down his sore throat.

His eyes slowly opened, Kevin letting out a groan as a sharp pain hit his head. He was naked? Just a pair of messily thrown on boxers were covering him. That was weird. He absolutely hated his body. He wouldn’t be naked even by himself.

What was weirder was the person next to him who was also naked.

What the fuck did I get into last night..?

The supe threw a blanket over himself as he saw .. whoever was next to him rose awake.