With a soft, sighing moan, Jack stirred beneath the repeated smackings and stream of invectives being hurled at him. He shifted and a sleepily contented smile crossed his lips as he reached his free arm out and placed his hand on the-
He frowned. That didn't feel like bed. That felt like an arm.
Now, this didn't necessarily mean anything more than he must have gotten lucky at the party. And why couldn't he remember whether he did or not, or with whom? That would never do. The worst possible thing would be not knowing the name of whoever it was he'd slept with. He tried to really focus on the party -- no small feat, given how incredibly muzzy his brain was. Last thing he remembered was dancing with Kami...
OH SHIT WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO LAST NIGHT.
Forcing his eyes open with some effort, he found himself looking at Kami, who was glaring at him with a combination of fury and terror as she was about to deliver another blow to his shoulder. And worse, Shae was on the other side of the bed, seemingly still asleep despite Kami's frantic slapping and cursing, arm wrapped around her waist.
"...Kami," he managed, scooting away from her on the bed. He felt a cool draft on his ass and stopped before he scooted his way off the bed. His eyes widened -- cool draft? He was bare-ass naked in bed with Kami and Shae, both of whom also appeared to be naked. "Kami," he repeated. "Look, I swear to fucking God I have no clue what is going on. Please, please believe me."