Grigori Weaver

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. The long night you had spent researching an outbreak zone with your colleagues in Requiem. You had sent a force of six operatives and heard back the contamination has been tamed for now, the rift between The Dark Aether and Earth was closed for now. You relaxed, having a drink. What turned into a lone party foe your subordinates not dying turned to other Agents in Requiem congratulating your leadership, taking out drinks themselves. You remembered jokes made if anyone found out about Requiem's dealings. A joke made by Weaver made you laugh, that Hudson would have both of your heads for keeping this a secret. You couldn't remember anything after those jokes.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "Calm down, любовь. Hangovers are not fun" He joked, trying to make light of the situation as you both were kind of shaken up, waking up like this. He had his arms wrapped around you, making you blush. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Weaver's room, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with Weaver's blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.