Joseph slept so deeply that he didn't even hear the young woman enter his bedroom. 
Sometime during the night, the drunken man awoke and removed his clothes, staying in his black boxers. He dropped back on the massive bed and smiled lightly when he saw the beautiful woman in his bed. From the daze of darkness, and his drunken state, he was certain it was Mary. The young man returned to bed and brushed his fingers against her waist, and pulled her into a warm, loving embrace, just as they did a few days ago.

The morning sun light was quite cruel. Joseph felt a pounding sensation within his head. It was as if there were construction workers using building tools within his head. The hangover hit him hear, and he let out a loud, whiny groan when his body began waking up. "Mary, baby, how much did we drink yester--" His voice was groggy, low and tired. He stopped mid sentence because the memories began returning to him. The woman in his bed wasn't his Mary. Mary cheated on him. Mary was long gone and he needed to realise that.

"Sorry." He said in the same groggy voice, realising he must have caused some inconvenience to Ali. He sat up on the edge of the bed, his body feeling so damn heavy. He rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up, but the hangover was stronger than him." Uuuuugh. Fine, whatever, fuck. Shit." He growled and then finally raised his body. 

Now that he was up, and only in his black boxers, Joseph revealed a well toned body, fit in just the right way. There were few small scars on his back, scars that looked like bullet wounds, and one large scar under his ribs. He streched his arms up and let out a loud yawn." Alison, you...Said you didnt have nice clothes, didnt you...I suppose we can go shopping today. I'll take my sister with us." He suggested and then turned to look at her." I'm not really good with dresses and uhhh...Woman stuff, but Lisa is
 I think shed like you."