Vic stirred in his sleep. He wasn't exactly having a happy dream.
"No...don't...no...loved you...put down the sword. NO!"
He sits up coming out of his dream breathing heavily. "Ow," he clutches his head in pain. He didn't have much memories of what happened last night(or what he thought was last night) except for drinks...lots and lots of drinks.
Victor turned and saw Miki on the floor, averting her eyes. Was there a draft? Vic looked down and realized he had no pants.
"Okay...two very important questions. What the HELL happened last night? And Has anyone seen my pants?"