Waking up in a strange enviroment

“Damn my head” is the first thing you weakly mutter as you come too. You reach for your head, rubbing it but noticing just how sore your muscles are all over. “What did I do last night...” You say to no one in particular, realizing so much of your memory is a blur.

Before you can try to formulate a coherent thought about the past event, the squeaking beneath you draws your attention. You seem to be laying on some sort of rubber sheets, on a rather comfortable bed. You then realize exactly how you are dressed on those thick black sheets...