The sun was streaming through the apartment window when Harper eventually opened her eyes. For a moment or two, the young woman really didn't want to. Too scared to face up to a hangover that she was convinced was waiting to pounce. In some weird half asleep logic, she genuinely believed that if she could trick her body into thinking that she wasn't really awake, the headache wouldn't rock up. Poor Harper. Poor Poor delusional Harper.

One eye opened nervously, and the head felt okay. Feeling cocky, the other one followed, and wham. The biggest throb immediately settled itself above her eyebrow. 

[I]And there it is.. Mother nature you are a real bitch.[/i]

Still, once both eyes had become accustomed to the beautiful sunlight, they locked in on Devin. The last time this had happened, the pair had practically fallen over each other in the rush to escape the awkwardness, but Harper didn't feel awkward. Sure she was naked, and after a sneaky peak under the duvet, she could confirm that he too was naked.. But she didn't feel the need to rush off. Instead, she yawned and turned over onto her stomach, reaching out to poke her buddy in the side. 

"Devin, Devin.. Wake up - I have a really important question.."

And like the jackass that she was, Harper leaned over said bed buddy and blew a rather obnoxious raspberry on the dudes cheek.

"It's really important. Like inaugural speech sorta' important.."