Hotel Room

“Uuuuggghhhh.”

A moan escaped your lips as sunlight filtered into the room though the open window.

Your head was killing you and you did not want to open your eyes. It was a mistake drinking so much. Pulling the covers up, you weren’t even sure how you got back. Things got blurry and there were plenty of moments you couldn’t remember at all. Somehow, you were in your room, so things worked out you figured. Finally deciding you couldn’t pretend to sleep any longer, you sat up and opened your eyes.

Even in your pained state, you could tell you weren’t in your room.

Or the bar.

No, you were in a hotel room, sleeping in a hotel bed.

“How did I manage to get here?” You muttered, glancing to your left. There was some water there and you realized just how dry your throat was. You gulped it thankfully and sighed happily. Now that you felt a tiny bit better, you tried to remember what happened. “Think… what happened?”

The last think you remember was drinking that Grimm Slayer with your team. After that, everything was fuzzy. You remember more dancing, more drinking, and some fun shenanigans. There were some flashes of groping your team, including Blake. Then there was something about being dragged out of the bar by someone pulling your arm. That was probably Pyrrha. None of you were probably sober enough to get back to Beacon, so you got a hotel room.

You stretched and then felt something move next to you.

You weren’t alone in the bed…