Morning crawled in slowly.
Orion blinked awake with a groan, dragging a hand across his face. His limbs felt slightly heavier than usual — a pleasant heaviness, not exhaustion. He rolled onto his side and squinted at the bracelet clock on his nightstand.
10:03 AM.
Not surprising.
They had partied until 3 AM — and that was when he had had enough. He was almost certain the party was still raging even after he'd left. With Arlen as DJ and Seris as chaos commander, anything was possible.
Orion exhaled, pushing himself upright.
He had… enjoyed it.
More than he'd admit out loud.
The noise, the dancing, the chaos — it had been overstimulating at first, but somewhere around the second hour, he had loosened up. Just enough to blend in without feeling trapped. And Irelle had been a surprisingly pleasant companion — calm, quiet, easy to speak to despite the noise.
She hadn't tried to cling.
She hadn't tried to force conversation.
