Last night, you ended up at one of your friends, drinking until you were blackout drunk.

You wake up with no memory of last night, lying in a bed you don’t recognize and in a t-shirt that’s not yours.

You hear a groan from beside you, immediately looking over to see who it came from.

You meet eyes with Conan, your enemy, staring at each other in shock.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”