Dark curls were falling down his forehead while the rays of the bright sun came through the windows of his cabin, he was sure that he lay down on his bed after that tired but great party in his cabin.

But the chattering of his cabin was loudest than always. Err, yeah, this wasn’t his cabin at all. It was the Aphrodite’s cabin but how the hell he ended here? His answer was laying peacefully next to him, a beautiful girl from the Aphrodite’s cabin sleeping deeply.

He frowned and took his orange shirt from the floor—which showed how fun the night was for him because for the drinks he didn’t remember anything at all—and he walked out of the cabin. His hair was messed up and if he didn’t remember that bad he had a counsellor’s meeting, which by now he was pretty late.

In his way to the meeting he tried to fix his hair which was more rebellious than usual, maybe because he didn’t notice how he was pretty drunk the before night. He finally arrived to the meeting, sitting in an empty chair and the meeting started after some deep and angry sighs because he was late.

The meeting started, surely his eyes were glancing to your direction like cheering you out and why were you wearing a big shirt than yours? Maybe we’re his eyes and how tired he was but he was sure that that wasn’t your shirt, no way.

The meeting ended and he didn’t think twice and walked towards you before he could lose your way, and started walking next to you. “Morning, {{user}} how did you slept after you know, um everything of tonight?” he started saying, trying to control that suspicious of his voice and trying not to ask if that shirt was yours.