Miroku woke up half naked with a hangover. He gently moved a girl, whom he assumed to be the reason he was shirtless, onto the couch beside him and got up. The sunlight shining through the curtains told him it was morning.
For a second he panicked. Where was Sango? Then he calmed himself.
Sango was smart. She probably called a cab home. She would be furious with him. He smiled. The thought was amusing.
He began to search for his missing t-shirt, and found it on the stairs. He pulled it over his head and walked out the door.