Bright light shone through the glass doors, the pair having forgotten to pull the curtains closed in their drunken stupor. The harsh light burned Ari's eyes as they fluttered open, forcing him to squint as a dull thudding pulsed in his head. The man groaned and lifted his arm to cover his eyes, shielding them from the searing light. Not that made the throbbing pain in his head abate.
It took a few moments before the man became fully aware of the weight across his chest, a body wrapped around his own. The man dared to lift his arm and brave the malicious light to glance at the blonde still peacefully snoozing away. The man's head collapsed back onto the pillow, his arm returning to it's guard as the man groaned. "Fuck..." The expletive was thanks to equal parts pain and recalling what had transpired the night before. The last word's he'd said still rang in his head like a church bell. So loud and painful it actually felt like he'd stuck his head inside a church bell.
Save that for someone else. Someone you love.
Ari wasn't sure if he should pat himself on the back for his restraint, or kick himself in the ass for not just giving in to his most basic desires. Who in the hell said no when a shot like that literally dropped itself into his lap!? It was official, the man was losing his mind. Seeing visions in blood, following mysterious red threads of fate around, bringing back Mei in the form of a sword-spirit. Yeah, all of that paled in comparison to what his dumbass had chosen last night. What a joke.