Teresa blinked her eyes open and blearily looked towards the alarm clock glowing at her nightstand. She struggled to get a grasp on her consciousness and felt that her brain was running like a slow computer.
She knew it was a Sunday, which was great since she was also beginning to notice a dull throbbing in her head. She knew that she had gone to the bar last night and that it hadn't gone exactly as planned. This probably explained the throbbing, and the fact that her already vague memory completely went blank around the part where she got into a taxi. How much had she had to drink, exactly?
A single pang of guilt was felt in her stomach, though she dismissed it as her stomach wishing to expel its contents. Come to think of it, she did still feel a little drunk... She hadn't really remembered how exactly she had gotten into her room after all. In fact, she didn't even recall opening the door to the mansion in the first place.
The feeling of guilt re-surged and it seemed to start to pool in Teresa's stomach, forcing her to address this sensation. Had she left the door to the mansion unlocked, perhaps?
Teresa shifted to lie on her back and it was then that she abruptly ceased attempting to take an inventory of the last night's events. The form that lay in her peripheral had shocked her into full and unmerciful consciousness. The guilt that had welled up in her stomach was fermenting into regret as she realized that she was naked.
Teresa closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Her inability to remember what happened had made her fear what may have literally been laying before her. She wanted to believe that it had been a figment of her imagination. There was no faint snoring beside her and she had definitely misconstrued a pillow for a torso.
She sighed, eyes still closed and steeled herself for the reveal. While she was sure it was all some sort of groggy illusion, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind said otherwise. There was simply no way, right? Teresa gingerly turned her head towards the other side of her bed and slowly opened her eyes once again. Her stomach dropped as she instantly recognized Murdoc snoring gently beside her.
Teresa stared at him for a moment as she lay next to him. The dull throbbing in her head had been upgraded to a full-on pounding. He was lying on his stomach, his head turned away from her. His heavily tattooed back rose and sank in time with his snoring.
If she hadn't already been lying down she might have fainted but instead, Teresa looked up to the ceiling and silently panicked.