The sound of Jaxson's phone vibrating from numerous notification sounds woke him up from his slumber. His stomach was to the bed, he was lying facedown and shirtless.
"Ugh, my head...hey Pierson..."
He called out his older brother's name on impulse, days he got drunk on spirit wine like this, Pierson was always the first person he sees, usually glaring at him for being irresponsible again. But he didn't see the regular hangover medicine waiting for him beside his phone on the bedside table.
"... what time did I get home last ni..."
He sits up, his sentence cuts short when he sees Skipper sitting on a couch in front of the bed, She was only in her bra and jeans, using a huge towel to dry off her hair.
Skipper looks up at him, he was gaping at her with a horrified expression masking his handsome face. What? He's never seen a girl in a bra before? That was what she thought.
"Good morning, Jaxson."
