[It isn't much longer until Michael stirs, groaning a little. He opens his eyes, drearily, to look up to a ceiling that definitely isn't his apartment's.]
What...?
[Michael sits up, confused, looking around like he's not where he's supposed to be. Because he's not. The blankets slide off of him as he gazes around and spots Oren behind the counter.
The Midnight Grind?]
Oren...? [He asks, uselessly. He frowns (his head only aching a little, impressively), and rubs at his eyes.] What happened? [It's a little hazy, he remembers getting a tad tipsy while at the bar with Iona, and he had gotten sleepy...
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What...?
[Michael sits up, confused, looking around like he's not where he's supposed to be. Because he's not. The blankets slide off of him as he gazes around and spots Oren behind the counter.
The Midnight Grind?]
Oren...? [He asks, uselessly. He frowns (his head only aching a little, impressively), and rubs at his eyes.] What happened? [It's a little hazy, he remembers getting a tad tipsy while at the bar with Iona, and he had gotten sleepy...
And somehow ended up here...?]