Jamison's head pounded as he slowly awoke, being bombarded by the scent of sweat and lingering cigarettes from last night. He glanced down next to him, shame filling him as he saw {{user}}, his roommate, slowly waking up next to him.

Their bodies were warm and bare, curled up against each other under the covers. After another day of unsuccessfully trying to publish their books, they had gone out drinking. Jamison sat up, grabbing his glasses from the night stand and awkwardly glancing over towards {{user}}. "Morning.." he mumbled, his voice slightly raw from last night.