Last night was a blur, the last thing you remembered was standing at the bar with Max doing tequila shots as the music from the clubs DJ blasted your ear drums and almost defeated you. You really were starting to get too old for clubbing these days.

A glass of water was filled from the tap and you gulped it down like you hadn’t drank in weeks, the pounding in your head was not getting any better as you kept trying to piece what had happened.

Somehow you had gotten home and into bed, and at some point in the early morning had tried to make it to the kitchen, but stopped at the couch and slept there until the early afternoon.

An aspirin bottle was popped open and as you tried to clear your headache you heard the sound of footsteps behind you

“Well there you are, I thought you’d ran away.”

It was the familiar voice of Max, as you turned you saw she was wearing one of your t-shirts as pyjamas as it hung loose on her, her raven hair messy from sleep, and the same playful smirk on her lips as usual.

As you looked her up and down, one question came to your mind, did the two of you. . . ?