"Ahhh, damn! My head hurts so bad! But...umm...the shoulder indeed feels soft... Wait, why am I resting on a shoulder? Huh?"
Murmuring in a displeased stiff voice, Czar slowly opened up his eyes, rubbing them nonchalantly while trying to wake up from his deep snooze. His head was still dizzy with a strange tipsy sensation all over his body. Softly he gazed around him and indeed he was resting over the soft, slender shoulder of a lady.
Quickly with a heavy jolt, he raised his head up and glanced at the person seated beside him. He was still lounging at that special hostess bar chamber leaning on Grace's shoulder who was sitting next to him elegantly holding a wide smile towards him.
"Why...Why are you here? And...why was I sleeping on your shoulder, Grace?" Frowning his eyebrows deeper, he probed her.
