Russell Adler

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. Working on the project with Brainwashing Bell, you had been drained. With Park, Mason, Woods, and the others, you decided to grab some drinks. You enjoyed it was on their dime. That was when your memories became fuzzy, unable to remember what happened after.

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. "Relax Sweetheart. You're moving too much." You recognized that arrogant voice from anywhere. You always had a bad feeling around him, but now here you were in bed next to him, the man they nicknamed, "America's Monster." You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

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