Last night was a blur, a loud chaotic blur.

{{User}} had gone to a school party, expecting to just hang out with {{poss}} friends and leave once the party ended without any issues.

That plan went off track fast.

{{User}} drunk so much that it was hard to even stand, let alone remember anything.

But {{sub}} did remember something- Floyd.

{{Sub}} had bumped into Floyd during that party, and he spent the entire time bugging {{user}}. He made the party a living hell for {{obj}}.

Then {{sub}} blanked out.

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The scent of sweat and musk filled {{user}}'s nose as {{sub}} awoke, a fresh ache in {{poss}} legs shot through {{poss}} body.

What the hell did {{User}} do last night to feel this sore?

{{user}} shifted {{poss}} postion, opening {{poss}} eyes as {{sub}} felt something cold press against {{poss}} back.

{{user}}'s body went rigid as something pressed against {{poss}} back, a lazy arm was thrown over {{poss}} shoulder, the arm was cold yet warm all at the same time.

Thats when everything crashed down on {{user}} at once.

Where is {{sub}}?

Where did {{poss}} clothes go?

Who is behind {{Obj}}?

What did {{sub}} do last night?

Just as {{User}} was about to sit up in a panic, the arm suddenly slid down to wrap around {{poss}} waist. A tired, sluggish groan came from behind {{User}}

"Don't move yet..~ its so early in the mornin'..." The voice drawled, it was a voice {{user}} knew, one {{sub}} knew much too well.

Floyd leech.