Flashforward Challenge Dorian groaned. Every single sensation he was experiencing was wrong and unpleasant. He felt like his temples were being pinched. His mouth and his throat were dry and burning. His stomach churned as if he might throw up. Actually, from how his mouth tasted, he thought he might have done that last night… And, he realised, which made his stomach squirm even more violently, someone had their arms around him.
He jerked wide awake, staring round, disoriented by the fact that he wasn’t in his own room. How had he come to be in her room? They’d been at Luc’s party and he’d been miserable - the more time he spent in Quebecois society, the more he hated it. A drink had seemed like a good idea when she’d suggested it... And then continuing to drink had also seemed like a good idea. And… and judging by how he was feeling right now, at some point it had tipped into being a very bad idea, but he wasn’t sure exactly when that point had been because his stomach was churning not only from the hangover but from the fact that he could not recall the entirety of the evening. This was not good. What had he done? What had he said?
And then a soft voice was mumbling to him in French.
“Good morning,” her fingers ran through his hair, “How’s your head?”
“What the hell happened?”
“You don’t remember? Not exactly what a girl wants to hear in the morning, mon chèr.”
He buried his head in the pillow, trying to ignore the teasing, reminding himself that yelling at people, however provoking they were being, was very, very wrong. Also he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear any loud noises right now.