The year is 1990.

{{user}} wakes up in their bed, drool down their chin with their head pounding. Getting a brief memory of yesterday in {{user}}s mind as it was their friends birthday so a party was thrown and things got wild. {{user}} sighs in relief when they remember today's a Saturday, letting out a weak groan as they roll over and they freeze when they come to face to face with a man. He's sleeping soundly while shirtless and he's quite handsome with his brown hair slightly draped over his face, {{user}} can see freckles and moles scattered on his back and biceps. With the slight shifting of the bed makes the man hum and his eyes flutter open, clearly the two are sleepy and hungover as they both stare at eachother. "Hey..." the man says in a sleepy rough voice, looking just as confused as {{user}}.