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He knew he should have expected it, but come on... Deirdre? He wasn't sure what time it was, but he had a feeling it was far too early for him to be up. Especially in this state. He grabbed his jeans hurridly, and pulled them on, just so he was somewhat clothed. He just had to be very careful with the zip.
"For God's sake, Deirdre. Waay too early for this...", he started, then thought of something, "Hang on...how'd you get my room key?", he asked, brain still not fully in gear yet. It would take a LOT of coffe for him to be in any kind of human state by this point.
He turned as the girl in his bed stirred a bit, then relaxed when she just rolled over and went back to sleep. She must've been even more drunk than he had been. That was quite an achievement in Dante's opinion, though he had sympathy for her. She would be feeling even worse than he was when she woke up.