---Stan's pov---
I groaned as I woke up, my head was killing me.
I opened my eyes and say Kyle sleeping soundly next to me.
I smiled slightly when I saw him, but my head continued to ache. So, I figured I should probably go find some pain killers. Now.
I go over to the bathroom and go through the mirror to find some Advil.
I turn and see Kyle in the doorway.
He's in just his shirt and his boxers.
"Hey Stan," he says walking over to me, "Are you ready to finally go home?"
"Yeah, in just a minute," I say putting back to bottle, "So, uh, what happened last night?"
Kyle shrugs, his face tinting a slight pink, "Uh nothing much..."
I shrug, "Okay."
"We should probably get going," Kyle says turning and walking back into the room.
I nod and follow after him, only to be stopped by Kenny walking out of a different room.
"Oh! Hey Stan. How was last night?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
I give him a puzzled look, "Fine, I guess?"
"Do you even remember, dude?" He asks.
I shake my head slightly, "No. Why, what happened?"
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