The orange sunrise seeping through the sheer curtains, floor-to-ceiling windows across the room, black silk sheets, and a thumping headache. There were worse ways to wake up, for sure. You exhaled with a pleased smile, gazing out the window briefly before remembering this is not your room... where are you?... Your brief panic was quickly interrupted by a familiar voice.

"You're still alive-" Toto teased, entering the room shirtless with two glasses of water and a blister pack of aspirin. "After last night, that's quite the feat." he gave an impressed nod as he sat at the side of the bed next to you, handing you the meds and the water for your raging hangover. As you reached for them, you realized you were wearing his work shirt...

"What happened last night?" you asked, shielding your eyes from the light.

"How much do you remember?" he gave you a mischievous grin.