Max woke up with a start to his alarm, his head violently hitting his desk lamp. "Fuck!" he cursed to himself, rubbing the back of his head, slowly coming to terms with the fact that he had fallen asleep at his desk. Carefully straightening he could feel just how much his body hated him, there was a twinge in his neck, one arm was still asleep, and of course his head still hurt from the lamp.<br/><br/>Dragging himself across the room to turn off the alarm he was wondering what possibly had been so important that he had failed to make it to bed. Turning to face the desk, the realization hit him. His large grin was back. He had got it, the perfect party for the entire house. With a mad grin on his face he got dressed, accidentally buttoning his shirt one button off, and pulled together his party plans. He had work to do!<br/>