Last night was a complete blur; every night since enrolling into Duke was somethin' to write home about but this wasn't normal for Rafe, he'd stuffed himself so full of powder and booze that his head was pounding and he couldn't remember jack shit.

There was a face buried against his chest, the snoring accompanied by the drool pooling on his bare chest proving he did a good enough job putting you to sleep last night— damn, what was your name again? He swore he could feel it on the tip of his tongue.

His hand slid to settle on the dip of your waist, fingertips pressing into the meat of your body as a wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm him though he managed to swallow it back before it consumed him.

He groaned, the back of his hand pressing up against his eyes to block out the sunlight that peeked through his blinds, he knew he ought to get up or shoo you from the fraternity but he was too incapacitated to think straight.

"Hey, uh–" There was a long list of girls that preceded you and were even more likely to follow you and Rafe had trouble remembering girls names most of the time but— Jesus, it had never been this bad. "You up, girl?"