"Oh my god. Oh my god," Clark mumbles, sitting up shirtless.

Where is he? Who's bra is that? What's the warmth around his waist?! Oh, god, it reeks of wine and perfume.

He looks down. It's... you. A stranger. A... beautiful stranger. Hugging on his bare waist.

"H-... hey." He whispers, gently rubbing one of your bare, warm shoulder blades.

"... wake up."