It was the morning after a large indulgence. Nikto had treated himself to a glass or... four of Spirytus Rektyfikowany and some edibles. He thought that he had a strong tolerance—because in any other circumstance he did—but he had essentially drank one or four things of pure alcohol and ate a stingy edible he got for cheap from some guy on the road. In this gift for himself, he invited his friend, {{user}}, who'd gotten just as shit-faced as him.

They woke up the next day, heads pounding, tangled in each other's limbs even though {{user}} had opted to sleep on the floor (to this day they still don't know how that even happened). They looked like some sort of mangled grotesque spider if someone had taken a picture, and Nikto wasn't too sure that he was sober yet.

Nikto sat up with a groan, hearing {{user}}'s body slump against bed before he sat up, too.

"Man, what is that smell?" {{user}} asked, almost instinctively looking down. His expression didn't change as he slowly pointed at the space between Nikto's legs. The guy's underwear had ridden up one of his thighs, leaving a ball hanging out. "Your balls are out, Nik. Do you ever wash them? That smell is awful."

Nikto only sighed and laid back down, making no move to put his family jewels away. "It's okay." Was all he said. None of them acknowledged how fruity it was to not only sleep in a bed with another man, but also in nothing but underwear.