It was several hours more before Corey awoke with a groan.   Sitting up slowly in his bed, he reached for his aching head, squinting painfully at the morning light peeking in around the edges of his blinds.  “Ugh, what did I do last night?”  He asked himself, both in response to the blinding headache he felt and the fact that it all seemed kind of….blurry.  Looking down, Corey noted that he was in fact very naked, and the door to his room was wide open.<br/><br/>“Bugger!”  Leaping out of bed to close the door, in his pain riddled state Corey completely missed the slight golden sheen that covered his body as he passed through a beam of light, Avery’s stacked spells still very much in effect over him.  Leaning against the door, Corey was able to take a few deep breaths, steadying himself enough to take a handful of advil and lay back down until they took effect.<br/><br/>Several hours later, after a long shower and some very late breakfast, Corey was relaxing on the couch with his flatmates while they traded off playing video games and each of them tried to remember something from Corey’s birthday celebration the night before.  While none of them could seem to come up with any details. They all agreed it must have been a legendary night, and that it was quite possible the Tropicana would turn them away next time.<br/><br/>Leaving his mates to their game, Corey headed into his room to straighten up and get some laundry done.  Checking his pockets so he wouldn’t put anything in the wash that didn’t belong, he felt something stiff in the chest pocket of his shirt from last night, and pulling it out Corey revealed a series of photos from one of the booths they had recently installed.  Staring down at himself and the beautiful girl laughing beside him, Corey felt his mind trying to dredge up the night's details.<br/><br/>“Who…?  Who is this?”<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~Fin~​</div>