Haruhi couldn't exactly remember what had happened last night.

However, she did know that it somehow involved alcohol. Her breath reeked of the stuff and a splitting headache was beginning to form. The slightest bit of nausea crept up her esophagus and made her gag.

I should probably drink some water, she thought, blinking slowly. What about Tamaki-senpai? Is he—

Oh, fuck.

Haruhi rolled over to find Tamaki sprawled out next to her on the bed, any trace of clothing absent from his body. Fuck, fuck, fuck… A closer examination of her own body revealed the exact same thing, and she quickly jumped out of the bed only to step on a pair of panties and a discarded nightgown.

"Shit!" she exclaimed aloud, causing Tamaki's eyes to flutter open.

"Haruhi…" he groggily whispered, rubbing his eye with one hand and searching the bed with another. "Haruhi, where are—"

Tamaki and Haruhi locked eyes, then broke away from the gaze to stare at each other's naked bodies. Neither even had time to panic, Haruhi slowly covering her bare chest with her hands while Tamaki cupped his hands over his nose and mouth in horror.

Once again making eye contact, Haruhi slowly bent down to retrieve her nightgown and panties and put them on just as slowly before exiting the bedroom.

"Shit. Fucking shit." She had never let a string of curse words leave her mouth so willingly before, but Haruhi honestly could not believe what she had just done. Although it was obvious alcohol was involved—there was no way Tamaki could have willingly initiated something of a sexual nature—she couldn't begin to fathom how she could have let her morals slip so easily. Sure, Tamaki was attractive—all of the boys in the Host Club were—but she had come to Ouran to get the best education possible, not to fall in love. The Host Club had been a bit of a roadblock in her high school experience, but she was determined to not let that get in her way.

Until now, that is.

Haruhi wandered into the bathroom and rubbed her eyes. God, I forgot to take out my contacts… She rolled her eyes back and removed the contact lenses from her eyeballs with a sigh. "I can't believe that just happened," she mumbled to herself, squirting some contact lens solution onto the contacts before properly inserting them.

She was hot and sticky and I probably should have washed my hands first. Her brain was processing almost nothing except basic bodily functions and what had happened the night before. Sex. With Tamaki Suoh, of all people. Whose idea was it to have alcohol at the resort, anyway—Hikaru and Kaoru, probably? She wouldn't be surprised; she thought she could recall several bottles of exotic aged wines somewhere within the resort.

Speaking of wine… I should probably go eat. Haruhi let out a long, exasperated sigh and ran her fingers through her hair before exiting the bathroom and making her way to her destination.

"Haruhi! Good morning," exclaimed Kyoya, looking up from his infamous notebook with a smile.

Haruhi acknowledged his presence with a grunt and sat down at the table opposite from him. Noticing a plate of some type of pastry, she took one and promptly shoved it into her mouth without a word.

"You seem rather standoffish this morning," remarked Kyoya, looking back at his notebook. "Is there anything I should be concerned about? Tamaki, maybe?"

Haruhi's cheeks turned red. "Of course not! No, I just...had trouble sleeping."

"Alcohol can do that to a person." Kyoya chuckled and looked up from his notebook again. "Last night was quite a night, wasn't it?"

Haruhi blinked. "I really don't remember anything from last night, Kyoya-senpai."

Boy, was that a lie.

"Haruhi!" Hikaru and Kaoru called out simultaneously, each holding a large bottle in their hands. "Have you ever tried Clos de Vougeot?"

Haruhi cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Clos de Vougeot," Kaoru repeated, holding up his bottle. "A variety of Pinot Noir. Approximately 75,000 yen a bottle depending on both the quality and quantity."

Though Haruhi was shocked at the price, she quickly pushed that aside. "Isn't that…alcohol?!" she exclaimed. "Hikaru! Kaoru! We're underage; we can't drink that!"

Hikaru laughed out loud. "Haruhi, it only counts as underage drinking if you're a commoner!"

She blinked. "Um," she started, gesturing towards herself.

"No, silly," Kaoru snorted. "You're with us. Therefore, it doesn't count."

"I still don't think it's a good idea," said Haruhi, crossing her arms. "Alcohol has never entered my body, and I would prefer it stay that way until I am of legal age to drink it."

"Hika-chan! Kao-chan! Is that pinot noir?!" exclaimed Honey, squeezing Usa-chan with one arm and leading Mori over to the group with his other hand. "That goes great with sugar cookies!"

Kyoya shook his head with a smile. "Sugar cookies? That's rather strange; I always thought it complements the taste of Abbaye de Belloc better."

"Did someone mention French cheese?" Tamaki poked his head out of the back door before exiting to join the others on the balcony.

"Just as a wine pairing," Mori simply stated.

Hikaru poured some wine into a glass. "A glass of wine, Milord?"

"Of course!" Tamaki took the glass from the redhead and immediately took a sip. "Pinot noir?"

"Clos de Vougeot, specifically." Kaoru smiled and helped himself to a glass. "Haruhi's being difficult."

Tamaki skipped over to Haruhi and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Is my darling daughter being rebellious?"

"Stop it!" exclaimed Haruhi, tearing his arm off of her. She sighed.

"Okay, fine. I'll just try it."

"Bringing the wine was Hikaru and Kaoru's idea, of course." Kyoya sipped his coffee made with freshly- ground coffee beans. "We all had some, naturally. Some…more than others."

"That might explain why we're the only ones down here." Haruhi eyed Kyoya's coffee but didn't say a word.

Kyoya noticed her stare and smiled. "If I recall correctly, breakfast should be ready soon."

"These are fine," Haruhi said, grabbing another pastry and taking a bite. "What are these, anyway?"

"Pączki. Polish doughnuts. Quite similar to Berliners."

"They're delicious." Haruhi wiped her hands on a napkin and stood up. "I'm going to change clothes."

Kyoya didn't make a sound as Haruhi exited the dining room and began to go upstairs. As she neared the top, a door opened and Tamaki exited.

"Tamaki-senpai?" asked Haruhi cautiously as the Host Club leader glared at her.

"Haruhi." He was already dressed and seemed to have cleaned up from the previous night. He and Haruhi simply made tense eye contact for a few seconds before he continued down the hallway.

Haruhi sighed and went into her bedroom, flopping down on the bed with an even heavier sigh.

Whatever the hell had exactly happened last night, she hoped it didn't permanently damage their relationship.

Whatever type of relationship that happened to be.