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The Arms Hotel, Pillow Suite, Monday morning
Birds sang outside. The sunlight stealthily made its way across the room, and finally crossed Dinah's face.

She opened her eyes and realized three things:

She was asleep in the living room. Without clothes anywhere nearby. With someone spooned up next to her.

...She closed her eyes on a grumble and tried to remember why this wasn't a problem.

[for one now-mohawked guy again, and great and annoying SP]