It was a wild night at the Society after Miguel had finally approved the HQ party of the Society’s anniversary.

The first feeling when you woke up were sunny sheets that weren’t yours.

As you blinked, hungover, you saw that the view was of futuristic Nueva York…

“Que coño?” Miguel’s sleepy baritone voice rose next to you as he abruptly sat up, shirtless. His tone had a touch of anger. “Ay, dios mío… you’ve gotta be kidding. My head...”

It was a moment before he noticed you. “{{user}}?!”