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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - ??? Room[/b]

He wished that someone would shut the blinds. He wished that he had a glass of water. His wished that he could just go back to sleep and wake up when the pain was gone. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. No, he was up and that was the end of it, unlike his snoring bedmate. 

Wait, what? 

Nervous, Dylan moved his arm, which had thrown over his face to block out the light of the morning sun, and peered over to the side. Next to him, laying with a blanket strewn over his waist, was a shirtless man. Come to think of it, where were [i]his[/i] clothes? He suddenly realized that he was just in his boxers. “Huh,” he said softly, his addled brain not seemingly unable to process the information. 

Did he just get laid? And not remember it? [i]What[/i] had happened last night? 


He gave himself a mental pat on the back, proud of himself for scoring, though he was embarassed that he didn’t remember his name. Or what he looked like. Or anything really. 

But then the man rolled over, revealing himself to be...Lucy! 

“Oh Aislin no!” He frantically scrambled out of the bed, landing hard on the ground and smacking his head against the dresser. “Dammit!” he yelped as the pain reverberated through his brain, making him feel even more out of it. 

There was no way...was there?