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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room[/b]
...He was going to die.

That was it. He was gonna die. They'd never even find a body! Screw fireons and bearons and giant stone statues and frankenstein monsters and vampires. This was worse than all of those. All of those put together!

Lying beside him on one side of course was Moira, stripped down to her underwear. While it was unusual for him to actually be next to her rather than on the floor, it wasn't particularly noteworthy. But on the other...

Her full lips were slightly parted as she slept, her dark golden eyebrows furrowed in a slight frown. Most men would be thrilled to wake up next to a heavenly beauty like her, maybe even wonder what it was she could be dreaming about, but for Syed... he knew exactly what this meant. It was the end of days. Goodbye world. As soon as she awoke, she'll probably decapitate him. Unless he could get up without waking her? Sure, they were in their room, but if he can get off this bed, on the floor, that'd be okay, right? Then she'd never know.

Why was she even here? Had Moira brought her up? They had managed to score a pretty fantastic room, maybe she wanted to show it off to her closest friend? But why the hell was he inbetween them? Why couldn't he remember?! He wasn't much of a drinker, and even then he'd never gotten so drunk to forget an entire night. The thought alone would make him feel sick if he didn't feel like that already.

He began to ease himself up, his entire body screaming against the effort. He needed some water, or some milk, or some coffee. And some greasy food. He needed a hangover cure oh Vayu what was even going on? The breeze coming in from the open patio doors helped a little, but the sunlight beaming through certainly didn't. Why couldn't he move his foot?

Oh no were they linking legs with one another? He couldn't tell as first in his sleepy and hungover state, but yep. She had her feet around his leg. Oh gods he was trapped this was it. Could he ease his foot free? He spent a couple of moments struggling as subtly as he could against her vice-like grip. Please don't wake her please don't wake her [i]please![/i]

There had to be a reasonable explanation for this, right? It was probably asking a bit much considering the two people lying either side of him, but they both drank a lot so their tolerance had to be better, right? Hopefully one of them knew what was going on. Oh who was he kidding.

Yeah, he couldn't get himself free. He eased himself back onto his pillow, partly because of his horrible hangover and partly as to not wake her. He elbowed Moira a couple of times. Why wasn't she waking up? She was [i]alive[/i], she was snoring. But she was usually a really early riser! Her breath did stink of booze though oh gods did his? He always made sure to brush his teeth before bed but if he was out of it who knew? He fiddled with his focus ring anxiously. This was horrible, this was really horrible-

-What was that on his other hand?

His eyes widened in horror as he raised his hand before him. He didn't know if he wanted to look, but this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all! Trembling all over, his gaze slowly lowered to the blonde's hands.

No no no NO NO NO they were wearing matching rings what no what the fuck?! His jaw dropped as he gave out a silent, breathy scream. No no no no get it off get it off get it off WHY WON'T IT COME OFF?! Practially beside himself with panic, he scrambled so he was sat up on his pillow - wrenching his foot roughly from her grip as he wrestled fruitlessly with the ring. The world lurched and span around him, his head pounding painfully with every shaky, panic-stricken breath he took. This was horrible, this really was horrible, they couldn't have... could they?!

Of all the people he could wake up next to, why did it have to be [i]Amy?![/i]

What the hell happened last night?!