[hr][hr][center][h1][color=868324]Jackson Hunt[/color][/h1][hr][hr]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/hsQiIaa.jpg [/img][hr]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dorm Room
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Gianna [@lovely complex]
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Hungover -> TERRIFIED -> Somewhat Calmer but still sorta TERRIFIED -> Just Plain Embarrassed[/center][hr]
As he woke from a deep slumber, Jackson could feel a strong headache coming on, a sure sign that he had been drinking. The headache was definitely the worst thing about waking up after a night out. If anything, Jackson knew that he could trust himself to drink just a little too much and regret it in the morning. [i][color=868324]Wait... What the hell even happened last night?[/color][/i] He groaned as he was met with the second worst thing about waking up after a night out. Generally, it took him a few minutes to gather what had occurred the night before, but in his opinion, nothing was more annoying than not knowing what he did, and not knowing whether he needed to celebrate or break out the old stationary and write an apology letter to someone and their family. [i][color=868324]Ugh, please don't tell me that I just relived senior prom all over again...[/color][/i] he thought, thinking back on the embarrassment of that night after some jackass had spiked the punch. He didn't even want to think about it for as long as he lived. Of course, he was brought out of his reminiscing of past mistakes by his throbbing headache, the sign of a much more recent mistake. "[color=868324][b]I'm pretty sure that the expression is [/b]"butterflies in my stomach,"[b] not [/b]"wasps in my skull,"[/color]" he mumbled to himself as he sat up in his bed. At least, he attempted to until he felt an odd weight on his chest. Opening his eyes for the first time this morning, he saw an arm on his chest that clearly belonged to-

[i][color=868324]Oh no.

What the hell happened?

Gianna?[/color][/i]

He stared at her sleeping figure for a moment, before he realized two very important facts. She was wearing his clothes. He, on the other hand, wore nothing but a pair of boxers. Fighting the urge to scream, he instantly began racking his brain, trying to figure out what could've led to this. Suddenly, bits and pieces came back to him, as if from out of nowhere. [i][color=868324]Oh, right. There was a party. Gia totally did a number on Samantha. "Second chance," blah, blah, blah, I invited her on a date. She showed up here... But what happened next?[/color][/i] Trying to focus through the headache, he pushed through the memories, trying to find anything, but he drew a blank. Knowing that all he had to go on were his surroundings, he looked around at his room and focused on what he saw. Bedsheets covering the door, his lava lamp turned on, his stereo turned on (no music was playing right now), his own person without clothes. Yep, it looked like a sex scene. He couldn't help but say to himself, [i][color=868324]Seriously? My first time and I don't remember a second of it? Curse you, party punch![/color][/i] The situation felt pretty awkward to him, so he decided that his best bet was to creep out of bed and try and compose himself, before eventually waking up Gianna and asking her about last night.

At least, that was the plan that Jackson had made in theory. In reality, he managed on rolling out of bed and falling onto the floor, thudding off of the hardwood. Now, just in case he hadn't been clumsy enough, he made sure to land directly on the funny bone on his left arm. "[b][color=868324]Ow! Shit![/color][/b]" he shouted in pain, right before he realized what he had just done. If Gianna wasn't awake before, then she certainly was now. Trying to organize with thoughts with a hangover headache proved to be quite difficult, so rather than saying anything meaningful, or at least slightly of worth, he eventually stammered, "[b][color=868324]Umm... Hey.[/color][/b]" [i][color=868324]Congratulations, genius! Keep it up at this rate, and eventually, you might be able to pull off a dual syllable word![/color][/i] Feeling himself quickly start to blush, he covered his face in his hands and mumbled, "[b][color=868324]Listen, I like you and all, but not really... in that sort of way. I'm not really sure what we might have done last night, but I'd honestly prefer if we kept it a bit less sexual until we know each other better.[/color][/b]" His eyes widened in shock as he kept talking. "[b][color=868324]Wait, I was supposed to ask you if you actually wanted to date me first, wasn't I? Ugh, I'm sorry; I'm just an absolute wreck after I drink.[/color][/b]" He figured that he should probably just ask her as long as the question was out there. In his opinion, the morning couldn't really get much more awkward than it already was. "[b][color=868324]I mean, do you want to? You know, dating and all that. With me. I swear, I know English, just trust me on this one.[/color][/b]"