“What the fuck did I drink last night,” Mj thought as she sat up in her bed. Her head was absolutely killing her and she could have sworn that Dante had walked her home and they spent most of the early hours of the morning sleeping in eachothers arms, she even remembered him covering her with his jacket before leaving through the window. She laughed out loud to herself thinking how ridiculous that thought was. “What a vivid imagination” she thought, “first of all there is no jacket here so obviously that didn't happen, and you live on the 3rd floor Mj, what did he do jump?” Her groggy thoughts were snapped back to current events when she heard
