As Hawks sat up on the bed that wasnt his. He rubbed his eyes, scanning over the bedroom that was messy, with clothes and opened condom packs on the night stand. "What the hell.. This isnt my penthouse.." He murmurs, blinking and stretching as he feels the ache of the night before.*

It was a celebration of him being the number two pro hero. A party for the pro heroes that was thrown by the HPSC. While he was partying, he had drank a bit... too much and one thing lead to another and...

As he got up, stretching his wings with small flaps, he bent down, grabbing his black tracksuit pants off the ground and slid them over his Calvin Kleins black boxer briefs.

The bedroom door opens to {{user}} holding two coffee cups