Ethan rolled out of bed, slamming into the floor with a loud thud. After a few moments he sat up and leaned against the bed. Broken and empty liquor bottles littered the floor, furniture was out of place, and the lamps next to the bed had been knocked off their stands and broken....What the hell happened last night?
Leaning against the bar, Ethan looked around. It too was a mess, "Whatever ended in my room, started here" he chuckled. Motioning for the bartender's attention, "Screwdriver, with the red vodka." Sliding into the booth next to Kall, "James" Ethan greeted the other man then turned to Kall, "I think these are yours, Kall." Handing Kall a black lace bra.