[ JJ wakes up in an unfamiliar room mid-morning. He's not wearing his shoes, jacket or tie. So wherever he had fallen asleep, someone had taken at least a little bit of care into making sure he was comfortable. Lying face first in the pillow, he tried to remember the course of events through the night.
Pole dance. Drinking way too much.
Wrong room.
He had gone to the wrong room, and the room's resident had been kind enough to let him stay there. And that was where he had woken up. He went through his memory banks, gathering the other's name Otabek and the fact that he was a skater. But otherwise, ther wasn't too much there.
He sat up comfortably on the bed, and swung his legs over the side. He had taken the man's bed. He'd have to get him coffee or something (a genius thought that he assumed was a new idea, not an idea he had the previous night). ]
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Pole dance. Drinking way too much.
Wrong room.
He had gone to the wrong room, and the room's resident had been kind enough to let him stay there. And that was where he had woken up. He went through his memory banks, gathering the other's name Otabek and the fact that he was a skater. But otherwise, ther wasn't too much there.
He sat up comfortably on the bed, and swung his legs over the side. He had taken the man's bed. He'd have to get him coffee or something (a genius thought that he assumed was a new idea, not an idea he had the previous night). ]