The third point of view:
Pedro woke up with a pounding headache. The light hurt his eye and he found out that his body ached as if someone had tossed him on a hard surface over and over again. Of course, that someone was no other than Julie who had a hard time dealing with Pedro last night because he was completely wasted.
"Goodmorning, beautiful, did you have the best night of your life," Julie said exaggeratedly with a feminine voice while hovering over him on the bed.
"F*ck off," Pedro cursed, bringing himself to sit up with a groan. The headache was really killing him.
"And of course this is the thanks I receive for taking care of your wasted ass last night," Julie muttered to himself, shooting up to a standing position," If only you didn't have a scary would-be wife, I would have just abandoned you on the way," He muttered under his breath but Pedro heard it all.
