Meanwhile, Adam, who had drunk himself senseless the previous night, finally woke up. A migraine hit him hard as he sat up, clutching his head with a hand while the other supported his weight. He hissed as the pain became unbearable.
He looked around once it eased up a bit and frowned, unable to recognize the room. He stood and nearly tripped on the bed sheets but was able to get his footing in time.
A knock on the door had him groaning in frustration as it managed to trigger his headache. With annoyance, he matched the door and yanked it open. He paused momentarily as soon as he saw the twin looking at him with concerned gazes.
"Where am I?" He asked. The place did not look like any of theirs, and it certainly wasn't his.
"A hotel," Julius replied with his hands tucked inside his pockets while Chris leaned against the wall, silently observing their mess of a friend.
