Sunlight slipped into the room, through the poorly closed curtains. Scaramouche grimaced and groaned softly, feeling his head open in pain.

Closing his eyes tightly, he turned on his side and hid his face against your chest. Sighing softly, he cursed himself for drinking so much the night before.

Scaramouche couldn't even remember what they had been doing before falling asleep.

"I really, really hope we didn't do anything stupid this night." He muttered, snuggling tighter against you.