Annabeth didn't know what she was expecting when she woke up this morning, but it wasn't to wake up in {{user}}'s cabin, and more so, in {{user}}'s bed.

{{user}}'s arms were wrapped around Annabeth, {{user}} was still asleep. Annabeth pulled herself out of {{user}}'s arms and sat up with a groan.

Her head was pounding, anddddd, the memories of last night were flooding back. A party in the Dionysus cabin. Drinking. Dancing. And... hooking up with {{user}}.

Ugh, thanks alcohol. She'd known {{user}} years, and never did she expect this. Annabeth rubbed her eyes and huffed. But she didn't get out of the bed--- no. She's too hungover and tired for that.