"Auuuhhhgggg, my freaking head." I grumble, sitting up on my lounge and rubbing my head tenderly. I stand, and shakely make my way to the bathroom as I try to remember the events of the night before. As I stumble infront of the sink and look in the mirror, I two thoughts go through my head, one, why do I have a crudely drawn, bright pink moustache, and two, where are my clothes?
"Ugh, Efink, where are you?" I mutter, shufling back to the lounge to retrieve a pair of pants.