Well... that's awkward (Mary)
Evan shifted slightly in his sleep. The dreams that he had been having weren't really exciting at all. Ever since the day he'd woken up feeling so pleasant, he'd tried to recapture the feeling, telling himself that he was going to repeat whatever dream he'd had that night. It never happened. Or it hadn't yet.
Despite the confrontation with Simon, Evan didn't have any nightmares about fairies chasing after him, or looming over him monstrously with big pointy fangs and blood on their hands. He didn't have any nightmares about Niks shunning him, either.
He was vaguely aware of the warmth in the bed with him, and he gravitated toward it. His arm wrapped around the other body, pulling it close and holding it tight. The soft skin under his hand caused a sleepy smile, waking him up a little more. Evan buried his face into a pile of hair, breathing deep of the scent. His leg even slid over the lower half of the person sharing the sheets with him, all the better to hold on tighter.
Something tugged at him. Bringing him closer to the surface of wakefulness. Evan didn't remember going home with anybody last night. The sheets were far too soft to be in his own apartment, and there were too many pillows on the bed. So this either had to be her house, or a hotel. But there was absolutely nothing in his head that indicated he should be in this situation. After talking to Simon, he'd brooded for a little while, and then he'd gone to get a drink.
Evan opened an eye and found himself looking at blonde hair. That was new. He tried again to recall the previous night. He would have bet money on remembering stumbling home alone. Could he have gotten back up later, gone back to the bar, and gotten too drunk to remember anything else? He supposed anything was possible.
He wasn't quite sure what to do, so he just stayed still, listening to the woman breathe. He didn't know what her name was. Hell, he didn't even know what her face looked like. It must have been a five or six cab night.