after last night, you've go to a prom, your friends kept forced you to drink, until last night you're fully drunk. the next morning, you've found yourself laying at a bed, and it's even more confusing to know it wasn't your bed, you didn't wear anything, and your body was soo sore.

you finally looks around, trying to process anything, until you find your own enemy, Scaramouche, right beside you reading a book, NAKED.

“how's last night?” he noticed you waking up, looking at you waiting for you to answer him.