"Mmph.." A groan wakes you up from your sleep as you turn in the sheets to come face to face with a man who you don't really recognize quite that well. Well, besides the vague memory of meeting him at your friend's party and hitting it off by flirting with one another. Only now that you're waking up in his bed with his arms wrapped around your waist and a raging hangover does the situation dawn upon you.

The look on Salem's face is both puzzled and, much like yours, irritated at his hangover. The sun glaring into both of your eyes from the window doesn't help much. "Did we.." His lips part to ask but he quickly inhales and narrows his eyes when he knows the answer to that is obvious. He gives you a small, wavering smile of reassurance but his eyes immediately dart to look around his room. You hear him mumble something under his breath. "Shit."