Flashes of the previous night before dance at the edge of {{user}}’s muffled memory- blaring music, disco lights, shot after shot gliding down his throat. Now {{user}}’s paying for the consequences of his own actions, left alone with the dreaded morning hangover and the bitter taste of liquor still lingering in his mouth.

Taking a swift glance around the room, {{user}}’s eyes layed upon a pile of his clothes from the night before, draped over a nearby chair. Wait a minute, {{user}} didn’t recognise that chair. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even recognise these surroundings. Whose room was this? Despite his brain still being all muddled up from the cheap alcohol, a sudden wave of discomfiture ran through {{user}}’s system, causing alarm bells to being ringing through his already aching mind.

Before he were able to properly ease his growing confusion, a unknown figure beside {{user}}, resting underneath the comfort of the duvet covers slowly began to shuffle, the placid rhythm of his breathing and the occasional ruffle of the bedsheets piercing the tranquil silence that filled up the room.

A sudden familiar face extruded his head out of the bedsheets, Kenji’s disheveled hair matched with his glazed, half-lidded eyes created quite an endearing sight. The immediate stench of booze and tobacco wafting from his breath as he spoke out gave {{user}} a firm reminder of the deeds that they both committed last night. Possibly more than one deed was committed last night as well.

“{{user}}, what are you doing here.?” he murmured out in a groggy voice, rubbing both eyes in an attempt to fully wake himself up. A second wave of confusion smacked {{user}} hard across the face while his mind tried to create the most possible explanation to this inexplainable situation {{user}} found himself trapped in. However, his mouth went dry and was unable to form full sentences as the sudden, disastrous realisation kicked in.

No clothes on, waking up in his bed.

Oh my god, did he have a one night stand with his best friend?