Arcangelo awoke with a groan, rubbing his eyes as he felt a pounding headache hammer against his forehead.
"Fuck." He groaned in pain as he blinked open his eyes, taking a moment for his vision to clear before he felt the straining of the typical hangover light sensitivity. Struggling to sit up, he rolled his shoulders to relieve the stiffness before he poured himself a glass of water. Sipping it, he looked around his room, catching sight of the little red dress fallen in a heap near his bedroom door. Slowly he turned beside him, seeing the space empty as he put away the glass, a humorless chuckle escaping him as he shook his head at himself.
"How stupid can I get?" He laughed at himself as he fell back, placing an arm over his eyes as he waited for the pain to subside.
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