The orange sunrise seeping through the sheer curtains, floor to ceiling windows across the room, black silk sheets and a thumping headache. There were worse ways to wake up, for sure. You exhaled with a pleased smile, gazing out the window briefly before remembering this is not your room and you do not know whose it is... Whoops... That's one way to learn your alcohol limits... Your brief panic was quickly interrupted by a familiar voice.

"You're still alive" Ollie teased, entering the room shirtless with two glasses of water and a blister pack of aspirin. "After last night, that's quite the feat." he gave an impressed nod as he sat at the side of the bed next to you, handing you the meds and the water for your raging hangover.

"What happened last night?" you asked, shielding your eyes from the light.

"How much do you remember?" he gave you a mischievous grin.