[@Alisdragon911]

[i][color=c4df9b]No, mom... five more minutes...[/color][/i]

Carver tried to roll over and realized he was sitting. The cushy fabric gently cradled his body, supporting his aching back in a natural leaned-back position. He felt the warmth and quiet of somewhere that was definitely not outdoors. It was so comfortable here...

A throbbing head brought him back to the cruel world, and he realized he had no idea where he was. He opened his eyes and squinted against the bright glow of the lights. He looked down to let his eyes adjust and realized he was sitting in a plush maroon chair. He noticed a shadow, tracing it back to someone standing at his side. A black-haired woman was looking at him through concerned amber eyes, holding out a glass of water. Suddenly feeling the desert in his throat, he gratefully took the water and downed it in one go. Water hadn't tasted so good since the last time he woke up from a drunken stupor. His head was still pounding, and he felt slightly dizzy. He figured he was hungover again, although he couldn't remember where it was he had gotten drunk this time... He looked around at the unfamiliar setting. He didn't remember coming here. 

[color=8dc73f]"Where am I?"[/color]

He looked back at the girl.

[color=8dc73f]"Who are you?"[/color]