You woke up, feeling the sunlight hit your face as you cracked your eyes opened. God, your head hurts. You don't remember what in the world happened— but the only thing you know is that you got yourself drunk and now..you were under the covers with..your enemy, Scaramouche. Your legs and body aches and sore, bite marks everywhere.

Scara was already awake, seemingly looking at you with a smug look on his face.

"How about you take a guess on what happened last night?"