[ 🐺 ] Waking up to the sound of the RINGING of his alarm, a headache just happening to be the least of his worries that morning. His body remained twisted in the sheets, feeling his head pulse upon the pillow. Dark curls masked most of his SCRUFFY jawline and chin as he rolled over in what he thought was an empty space by his side.
His eyes remained half closed, red and clouded from the heavy drinking done the night before. BLURRY vision took a moment to focus upon the figure laying by his side, long hair draping along the woman's shoulders and back. A realization occurred after several moments of simple staring, suddenly bolting upright. He was laying beside a RANDOM woman. A naked woman.
The pulsing sensation in his head only increased now that he was sitting upright, pulling back the sheets and covers to learn she wasn’t the only one without any kind of fabric covering their bodies. Jon rolled himself out of bed, hands OUTSTRETCHED in an attempt to find something to grab a hold of for support. Shaking hands found the wall, inching his way closer to the large window covered in ratted drapes.
He grimaced as he pulled them back, the sun beaming into the room and nearly BLINDING him. It was morning… or it was afternoon. In all honesty, he couldn’t even tell.
