[Nero knew he was going to have a hangover when he woke up. He couldn't even remember how much he drank last night. The only thing he knew was that after his third drink, everything seemed to become a blur.
And now he was waking up in his apartment, in his bed, completely devoid of any clothing. He groaned to himself as he shifted in the bed to lay upon his back. His head was killing him right now. So much so that he didn't notice he wasn't alone in bed.]
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And now he was waking up in his apartment, in his bed, completely devoid of any clothing. He groaned to himself as he shifted in the bed to lay upon his back. His head was killing him right now. So much so that he didn't notice he wasn't alone in bed.]