“Mmm…” she groaned at the sudden call of her name. A headached threatened to split her head open and slowly, her hand went up to rub at her temples. She had a killer hangover and him screaming her name didn’t help. “Where am I?” Lana blinked and soon enough, her bright blue eyes were open. “Good morning, Harry,” she smiled lazily until she froze, realizing what had happened. “Did we…” Lana didn’t even finish her sentence since the lack of clothing on her was enough of an answer.

Harold smiled back at her as she acknoweldge him. He knew it probably wasn't the best to be yelling out, considering her hangover could be worst than what he is he probably feeling at the moment. "Good morning." He replied back, doing a small wave at her. He stood up and nodded, "Oh we did..." He chuckled, taking a step back and feeling the small chair in the room. He sat on it and furrowed his eyebrows as he felt something underneath his butt. "What the...oh!" He exclaimed, as he pulled her bra from under him. "I believe this is yours." He laughed, throwing the bra at her.