<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">On the Rocks</span></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/siPDgO7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>April 14th, 2021, 9 PM~ -> April 15th, 2021, 7:30 AM~<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Albion's Flat<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>A new, groggy day<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, partially loose, minus tie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her return to his bedroom had been relatively simple, though by then any blood coursing through the man's shaft had long since regulated itself, and soon he was back to a normal size. A lack of release still plagued him, but at least the greater majority of discomfort had left him. He was very, very slowly sobering up but it wasn't going to progress any faster without something to drink. About the only good thing was that the woman looked exceptionally cute wearing one of his long shirts and seemingly nothing else (even if she probably had underwear on).<br/><br/>He was going to be sleeping uncomfortably tonight, with no ability to embrace the woman, but he would simply have to deal with it. He was at least able to lean his head down against hers, giving her a gentle nuzzle before he tried his best to prepare to rest until morning. He only hoped that when he woke up by morning, the woman had left... And had the decency to untie him before then...<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>By next morning, the sun crept harshly through the partially open blinders, making it appear as rays of orange bled into the room. It was still reasonably dark, but with enough bright ambience to give the room a warm, comfortable feel. Of course Albion was anything but comfortable, face contorted in pain as he started to stir. "... Mmmgh..."<br/><br/>The first thing Albion became acutely aware of was the sharp pain running through his head. It wasn't unusual for him to wake up with a hangover, but it was certainly the strongest hangover he ever had in his life. He must have been drinking exceptionally severely last night. Worse yet, he... Felt like he smelled differently. Either it was the booze or whatever wild company he had over last night. An attempt to rub his face was denied as he suddenly realized his wrists were bound to the headboard, and he groaned.<br/><br/>"... Shit, don't tell me... We played something kinky last night and she didn't even have the decency to turn me loose before she left?" He grunted, preparing to kick out with his leg in frustration... Until he realized his leg was brushing against another leg gently. It was then he froze... Normally women had left by 5 in the morning, sometimes as late as 5... But none had ever stayed past 7 before. All he could see from under the blanket was a pair of fox ears... He ordered a fox last night?<br/><br/>"God, my head's pounding... Psst, hey, lady... Can you wake up and untie me? My friend might be coming any minute to check on why I'm not at work..." He sighed, not looking forward to explaining to Nerissa how and why he got himself into this situation. He knew it was all his fault, even if he couldn't remember the specifics as to why.