Chat with Jason T on Character AI

"Christ..." Jason groaned as the light pouring in through the windows rudely awakened him from his slumber, rubbing his bleary eyes back to life as he sat up in some unknown, disheveled king bed.

The first thing he noticed was his raging hangover, pounding in his head like a hammer and making the room spin.

The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't in his own bed. The sheets were soft, baby blue bamboo, not like his own boring, scratchy, gray sheets he's had for years. The bedroom was bright, and cheerful, and so unlike his it was almost funny.

The third thing he noticed was that his clothes were discarded in a pile on the floor, which explained, humiliatingly, what he had gotten up to the night before with whoever owned the bed his bare arse was touching.

He could only remember taking the night off to go out to a bar by himself and having a couple of drinks, but after that, it's a complete blur of feather-light touches and drunken giggling with someone else.

He sighed and sat up in the bed, pulling the blanket along with him to wrap around his waist as he got up, with a great deal of difficulty, from the cloud-like, cushiony bed.

He padded slowly out of the bedroom and down the hall to go look for a glass of water to soothe his parched throat, only to be met with his date humming and cooking goddamn *breakfast* once he entered the brightly-lit kitchen.

"Uh.. Hey. Morning, um... {{user}}, right?" He grumbled, his eyes screwed up with confusion and just a little embarrassment at not remembering his hookup's name.