As morning came, the sun brought it's beaming light along with it. One line of light in particular shined down onto Finnick's face, rousing the fennec from his sleep. Opening his eyes slowly, he gave a yawn and stretched. He was still a bit groggy but there was something that felt off to him. Reaching down to scratch himself made him realize why he felt so weird, his eyes lowering to his lack of pants and even underwear. A puff of air blowing in his ear made him jump but looking over revealed that it was Nick pressed close to him, still asleep. The red fox was also missing clothes on his bottom half. Looking past him Finnick stifled a gasp upon seeing that Gideon had an arm wrapped around Nick, the heavier fox lacking any clothes at all.

"Hey. Hey, Nick," Finnick nudges his paw against Nick's shoulder. Slowly the prodded fox opened his eyes, yawning and stretching as well.

Nick's eyes slowly looked around to the other foxes around him, but he kept a relaxed look on his muzzle. "Morning, Finny. Did you have fun last night?"

Finnick tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what the other fox was referring to. As he attempted to think about it images of the things they did resurfaced in his mind. It clicked all at once, the drinks they had and the things they did after that. They were a little fuzzy, but he was sure what had happened the night before.

While Finnick was thinking Nick looked down at the couch they were looking on and gave a small sigh. "Hmm. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can get those stains out.."

"Yeah, whatever. But about him?" Finnick motioned towards Gideon, still fast snoring away on the edge of the couch.

"Eh, let's just wait for him to wake up," Nick shrugged before he got up and gave another stretch. Seeing Finnick's pants near his feet he reached down and picked them up, handing them to the fennec.

"Uh, thanks." Finnick mumbled, a blush creeping across his muzzle. Getting up as well, Finnick hopped off the couch, searching for and finding his boxers and shirt.

"You know, last night was amazing," Nick smiled, picking up his pants.

"Uh-huh," Finnick said, averting his gaze from Nick bending over to pick up his clothes.

Nick could tell that something was bothering Finnick, he was acting off ever since he woke up. "What's wrong, Finn?"

Finnick put his boxers on but threw his pants on the couch. "I'm sure that last night was…great. But I—We were all drunk off our asses. I can just barely remember what we did. I guess I don't know how to feel."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better; you were great last night anyways." Nick smirked, pulling his boxers up and covering himself.

"Really?" Finnick perked up, his tail wagging just a bit.

"Really. Gideon was good too but you were a total monster last night. You broke both of us in, don't you remember that?"

Finnick's tail wagged even harder, the memories in his mind becoming clearer. He slowly stepped closer to Nick and lifted his arms. Nick recognized the sign and lifted the smaller fox up. Reaching forwards and pulling him close, Finnick brought their muzzles together into a kiss.

Gideon stirred from his sleep, yawning and opening his eyes. Sitting up, the first thing he saw was Nick and Finnick locking lips passionately. "Hey, boys." Gideon greeted them in a tired voice. "Any of you guys remember last night?" He looked down to see himself lacking any clothes and his eyes widened. Quickly he got up from the couch and attempted to search for his clothes. Once he did so and put them on Gideon promptly made his way for the front door of the apartment.

"I appreciate bein' invited over and all…" Gideon said. "But I have…things to do back home." He gripped the doorknob but hesitated before he actually left.

"Uh, guys…" Gideon said, his ears lowering. "How about we just keep this a secret between us?"

Within a few minutes Nick and Finnick were busy cleaning and scrubbing out any stains left on the couch from the events taken place the night before. After about thirty minutes they had finally cleaned the couch from all stains and smells.

Laying back on the other couch Finnick gave a sigh. "Hey, Nick. Let me ask you something."

"Hmm?"

"I ain't recognized it last night in the dark but this is the same place Judy lives in, right?" Finnick asked. "Which apartment does she live in?"

"The third floor, right above us. She lives in the third room. Why?" Nick asked.

"I would have for Judy to peek out the door to see Gideon stumbling out with that look on his face," Finnick stifled a laugh at the thought.

"Maybe we should pay her a visit. I never told her that we got a place to live. She's lost her mind when she finds out it's just a floor apart," Nick grinned at the thought. "Wait until you meet her neighbors, they're two deer or whatever that do nothing but argue all day!"

"That's…terrible," Finnick shrugged, knowing he wouldn't be able to handle a setting like that for long. Nick gave a small laugh, leaning down to pick the fennec up.

"Hey! Goddammit, Nick! Put me down!" the small fox struggled in the other fox's grip.

"Okay." Nick smiled, planting a kiss on Finnick's forehead and setting him down on the floor.

"Sometimes you get on my damn nerves…" Finnick mumbled as he made his way for the bathroom.

"Come on, you know you love it," Nick teased.

"Hmm. Whatever," Finnick shrugged.