*Sabrina's POV*
I sighed heavily and rolled over, feeling around for Puck. The bed was unusually cold and I wanted to make him scoot closer to me. Still with my eyes shut, I reached to the other side of the bed and waved my arm around, without feeling Puck's warm body. I muttered something about freezing to death, sat up, and yawned.
"Puck..." I groaned. "Where'd ya go, Stinkpot?"

No answer. Hmm. Maybe he's making breakfast. Believe it or not, Puck is actually the better cook out of the two of us. Who woulda thought?

I slid put of bed and pulled a bathrobe over my naked body. I shivered as a shuffled down the hall towards the kitchen. Puck was nowhere to be found.

OK, this is strange. Puck never leaves for work this early in the morning, and if he did, he would tell me. Come to think of it, I don't remember him even coming home last night. Hmm...where was he again? Oh, that's right...the bar. High school reunion that I claimed I was too tired to go to, but really, I just disliked bars. Too many loud, obnoxious people. Like a whole lot of Pucks, but not as good-looking.
I started to worry. What if he blacked out after having too much to drink? What if he got into a bar fight? What if he DIED?! I mustn't get too ahead of myself. My Puck is not THAT irresponsible, as immature as he may be. He probably just...got stuck in traffic...for...11 hours?!
That's it. I dug through my purse sitting on the counter for my phone, and I found it, whipped it out, a pressed the familiar numbers.

*Puck's POV*

As soon as I awoke, I was greeted with a painful headache and stomach cramps. I hadn't the slightest idea what the previous night's events were to lead to such a mess, but there I was, laying in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, which was almost suspiciously bare of furniture except for the bed itself and a small nightstand and chest of drawers.

I sat up, and as I did, my head pounded like never before. Must have been one helluva party, especially since I can't remember a single bit of it. There were not many surroundings to take in, save fore the wave of long, blond hair that was covering the face of whoever was sleeping on the pillow next to me. Sabrina! She'll know what happened. Plus, she'll call Marshmallow up and get her to use one of her magical doohickeys on me to get rid of this dumb hangover. She's got quite a collection of magical doohickeys nowadays. She takes after her Uncle Jake. I roll over on my side to shake Sabrina awake. Gently, of course. Grimm hates when ai wake her up roughly. It was only then when I looked down at her silken hair that I noticed that my shirt was missing from my chest. Not that I care too much about shirts, but it just makes me wonder exactly what I did last night!

I move some of Grimm's hair aside so I can kiss her good morning (Peter-Effin'-Pan would make so much fun of me right now for being a "softie."), but stopped short. The lips that I were about to caress in my own didn't look like Sabrina's. They were a deep, almost-obnoxious crimson, outlined in cotton-candy pink. They looked sharp and angular and most unwelcoming to the likes of the Trickster King (moi). Sabrina's are soft, and lush, and pink, and...I'm getting besides the point. This was NOT Sabrina in the bed with me. I cautiously moved the rest of the blonde's hair away from her face so that I may find out the identity of this girl. I carefully revealed piercing ice-blue eyes (that were somehow creepily but strangely beautifully open when this girl slept), a freckled, button nose, and rosey cheeks. I had no clue who she was, but I knew I was in some serious trouble.

I had realized that I was completely naked, my clothes were missing, and I was in a bed with an equally naked girl (I had to check) in a room that I don't recognize. A stood up and wobbles around the room, trying to find clothes. I didn't see a trace. I opened the drawers. Nothing. I must be in some kind of guest room or hotel. That explains the lack of furniture and clothing. The only thing I could find was my phone, which had somehow ended up under the nightstand, hanging out with a gang of dust bunnies. I blew it off and check my messages. 4 missed calls, and 11 texts, all from Grimm. What a worrier! I'm...fine...? Ok, maybe I'm not. I need to get out of here before this chick wakes up and wants to go to Vegas to get married.

I open the door and peek into the hall. Yup, definitely a hotel. All the doors had room numbers, and at the end of the hall, there was an elevator.

With no one in sight, I took the chance. I sprinted down the hall as fast as humanly possible and made my way into an elevator, which, luckily, I did not have to wait long for.

When the doors closed, I wondered how I was supposed to get trough and out of the lobby without someone spotting me butt-naked, with only a cell phone in hand.