Charles was not a heavy drinker. He has never been, he wasn't currently, and he couldn't see it happening in the future. But, for whatever reason, he had ended up drinking the night away a woke with a terrible hangover and zero memory from what he had done the night before. However, when he saw your clothes all over his tent, it gave him a bit of an idea.
It wasn't often that Charles had gotten drunk. Sure, he occasionally drank, but it was only a few beers. Nowhere near enough to make him stupid. But, for whatever reason, he decided to indulge in heavy liquor the previous night, and he woke up with a splitting headache and memory loss. Great.
But, through his hazy vision and pounding headache, he could clearly make out the warmth that indicated a person had been laying beside him not too long ago, and clothes that were strewn across the floor of his tent. And they most definitely were not his clothes. It took him a minute to figure out whose they were, as he was actively fighting back nausea, but he eventually realized that they were yours.
What the hell had he done the previous night?
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