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“I’ll attempt not too.” Dan spat back, his tone with an edge of annoyance on it due to how sick he felt. “How would I know where we are? All I know is we were going to some place and I wind up in a bed with you in a random ass room.” Dan grunted before rolling on his back as he closed his eyes trying to shake the grogginess out of his brain. It wasn’t working with the annoyance Dan felt building in him at the way Phil was reacting. “Calm fucking down. It’s not like you’re alone, right now.” He hissed. “And you’re making my hangover headache worse.” 

Letting his mouth close for a few moments, he relaxed against the pillows. His eyes remaining shut as he yawned. He didn’t remember anything, but both were fully dressed so that wasn’t a worry. The room didn’t smell bad and he was quite comfortable. His eyes opened when he felt Phil move on the bed, as his eyes narrowed at what he was doing. “What…” He followed the male’s eyesight to the condom, alcohol and first aid kit. “You sure a fan didn’t lock us in here?” He tried to lighten the mood a little bit. He almost muttered a few things but chose to keep them in his head. A hand ran over his entire face as he grunted. “We’re locked in here. Seriously? C’mon.” He huffed. “Please tell me you’re kidding, Phil.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the mystery bed,” Phil said, rolling his eyes a bit at Dan’s unhelpful crankiness. He was already in some mystery place with no memory as to how he got there. The last thing that he needed as Dan hangover attitude. Phil didn’t even remember Dan drinking, to be honest, but he knew his hangover quite well. Normally Phil would just leave Dan with some water and advil and leave him alone till he came crawling out of his room. This situation, however, was much different than his normal one.