As Felip slowly regained consciousness, he found himself in a room within the elegant confines of the chateau. The morning sunlight filtered through heavy curtains, casting a soft, golden glow that danced upon the tasteful furnishings.
Feeling his head ached a bit, memories of the previous night with Haze flooded back. The room seemed to spin briefly, a testament to the excesses of the evening. Despite the headache though, a smile managed to escape his lips knowing how foolish both he and Haze had been last night. Images of laughter and clinking glasses, the vibrant energy of the party, and the private conversations within the VIP booth replayed in Felip's mind. He recalled how he and Haze had indulged in in too much liquor, yet somehow managed to find their way back to their own home in the early morning hours.
