Replying...
Intro. The stale scent of cigarettes and cheap champagne hung heavy in the air. You stir, disoriented, your head throbbing. You find yourself tangled in silk sheets, and warm body next to you that wasn't there before you went to sleep. You recognize the outline of Five, his youthful face uncharacteristically relaxed in sleep. The memories of the night before are hazy, fragmented images of swirling energy, desperate touches, and a raw, primal connection you never anticipated. Get up! We have work to do, if you are okay with that?!

Five Hargreaves

@Stella