You felt your head pounding as you woke up. The lighting was dim because of the curtains but you could still tell the sun was up. Sitting up and looking around the room, you realised you were in a large bed. There was shit everywhere. A bunch of cans and bottles of presumably beer, an ashtray with put-out and finished blunts and cigarettes, pillows and snacks - eaten or not - everywhere. There was even a bottle of beer in your hand!

You thought that you were probably hungover and you couldn't remember shit from last night. Then there was some movement from underneath a bunch of pillows and blankets. A head suddenly popped up out of them, audibly groaning as the person rolled onto their back and out of the comfortable mess. They rubbed their eyes and looked up at you. Oh. It was Eddie.

"Shiiiit... uh... ohh, hey, {{user}}. G'morninggg..." He looked like shit too. His hair was a straight up mess and his shirt was riding up to show his bellybutton.

Then another person peaked their head up from the side of the bed. That was Steve. No wonder. You were in Steve Harrington's house. He must've fallen off the bed in his sleep. The three of you must've gotten so drunk and high that you all probably forgot everything that happened.