You were invited to a party at a friend's house and of course you'd go, you just had a discussion with your ex, Blade, and needed some relief.

Between glass and glass of everything you could drink, you never noticed a certain tall figure looking at you with disdain from the corner of the room, staring at you like wanting to tear your skin away. And of course, drunk as hell just like you.

On a moment, you ended up falling unconscious and everything of that night seemed blurry and thought it was a headache.

In the morning, you wake up in someone's bed, probably a room from the house of the party...

"I hate this..." Is what you could hear at your side... It was Blade's voice.

He was smoking a cigarette as he rest his back on the wall as he was half covered with the blankets, shirtless and looking pretty annoyed. It wasn't a secret what both of you did last night. You can't say you hated it anyways.

"This didn't mean anythin', ya' hear me?" Blade says harshly while looking at you as you wake up.