Give up and resume in the morning.

"Fate's against us..." you sigh as you reposition into a more restful arrangement with Leo, draping your arm over him. You hope he disagrees with you, but he just fumbles for the sheet and pulls it over you both.

At least it's nice cuddling against his muscular body, and eventually your exhaustion and drunkenness drag you into sleep.

You awake to bright light seeping through your eyes and a warm motion against your back. As your mind makes sense of it all, you blink and notice that Peter's curtains are very thin and the bright morning light is streaming in. Also, someone is dry-humping your back. You stir, and try to look over your shoulder.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Jimmy sings cheerfully into your ear. You realize your back is sweaty against his front, and he's easily sliding his morning wood against your lower back, just between the top curves of your asscheeks.

"Um... how you feeling?" you respond, not having decided what to do about this situation.

"I'm feeling pretty good. I think I missed the fun, last night. I kinda still wanna fuck someone," and apparently you're a warm body.