Scott was jolted awake from a deep sleep thanks to the obnoxious alarm clock next to him. He sat up lazily, rubbing his eyes.

"What-" his early morning voice was even more hoarse than normal, but before he could clear his throat and make sense of what was happening, an arm stretched out in front of him, slamming down on the snooze button.

The presence of another person was enough to startle Scott from his half-sleep daze, and then made him quickly realize this was not his bed, or his apartment. Scott looked over at the sleeping man next to him, and a flood of drunken memories came flooding back to him.

"You should probably go." The man half mumbled, not even picking his head up to look at Scott.

Scott was fairly certain his name was Matt, but to be fair, there wasn't much conversation between the two last night, unless you count the profanities they screamed. As far as Scott remembered, he was sitting at the bar by himself when the guy came over and offered to buy him a drink. At that point though, it was fairly obvious that they were both drunk because the next think Scott remembered was them getting handsy in the back of a cab, while the guy was trying not to moan out his address to the driver. After that, the night was an alcohol laced blur of hot skin and wet lips.

"I don't mean to over stay my welcome anymore than I already have, but can I use your bathroom?" Scott rasped.

His throat was dry and sore. Whether that was from the alcohol or the sex, he couldn't be too sure. Besides, he wasn't certain he would be able to hold back on vomiting any longer, and it was common curtesy to throw up in a one night stand's toilet, rather than their bed.

"First door on the left." The guy croaked out, once again not even looking at Scott.

"So um, yeah. Thanks for, uh, for that. I guess." Scott stuttered out, hoping that Matt, or was it Michael..., would understand what he was talking about and quickly detangled himself from the sheets.

He spent several excruciating minutes roaming the house, trying to gather all his clothes from last night while trying to not throw up. Eventually he gave up on finding his other sock and ran to the bathroom to empty his stomach. He took a glance at himself in the mirror before feeling thoroughly disappointed with his appearance and exiting the bathroom, where his almost immediately ran into last night's hook up.

Now that the man didn't have his face buried in the pillow, Scott could get a good look at him. He had to stop a smirk from spreading as he mentally thanked last night's drunk self for picking him up. Even hungover and fresh out of bed, the man still looked good. His thoughts were interrupted by Matt, or Michael, scrambling to get to the toilet. Scott debated on sitting there and rubbing his back or seeing if he needed anything, but he figured that was a little too intimate for a one night stand.

"Okay, well, I'll see myself out then." Scott stated nervously before turning around and leaving.

Luckily the guy didn't live too far away, so he could just walk home. He checked his phone for the first time since last night. He only had one text message, and it was from Kirstie, expecting him to call her in the morning to make sure he was alive. That's when he noticed the time and date.

"Shit." He swore loudly, causing him to earn some glares from people passing by him on the street.

He started walking faster, knowing he had an interview in an hour, and here he was looking like he had just had a wild night out getting black out drunk, which was true, but that's not the impression he really wanted to leave on his potential new employers.

He rushed through a shower and changed into more appropriate clothes, only to run right back out and catch a taxi. Relief flooded him when he made it there on time, being signed in by the receptionist and being told to take a seat and wait.

It wasn't a great paying job, or even a good one, he'd just be directing phone calls, but rent had been tight since Kirstie wasn't getting many hours at her job anymore. His friend had suggested this place, telling him it was an easy gig and he would for sure get the job.

The receptionist finally turned to Scott, nodding at him, so Scott jumped up from his seat toward her.

"Mr. Grassi will see you now. Down the hall, last door on the left. Good luck."

Scott thanked her and made his way down the long hall, gazing into the offices as he walked by. He stood awkwardly at Mr. Grassi's open door, after knocking on the door frame, then waited for him to finish typing up something on his computer.

"Sorry about that. I'm Mitch Grassi and I-" he spun his chair around and stopped halfway through his sentence when he made eye contact with Scott.

Mitch's eyes went wide, jaw dropping, while Scott's face immediately changed to a dark red. Neither of them knew what to say as they stared at each other in silence. After what felt like an eternity, Scott finally spoke up.

"Alright. So we had sex last night. We're gonna move on and not talk about it again."

Mitch nodded furiously, his eyes still wide, as he pointed to the folding chair on the wall.

"So, um, you can take a seat and, I guess I'll uh, interview you."

Scott bit his lip nervously as he dragged his chair over.

"I know I said we wouldn't talk about it, but please don't not hire me just because of last night. I really need this job and-"

"Relax." Mitch chimed in, now that he regained some composure. "It never happened."

Scott again felt relief wash over him and sat back in his chair, ready to answer all the interview questions. Mitch seemed happy with his responses and Scott thought it went fairly well. When the interview was over, they both stood to shake hands.

"Mr. Hoying, I think you would make a great addition to our team. Go ahead and fill out some paperwork with the receptionist, and we'll see you tomorrow at 9am."

"Thank you so much! And please, call me Scott."

Mitch snorted.

"I called you lots of names last night." He smirked, before realization smacked him in the face, making his eyes widen again.

"I'm so sorry. Shit. Oh my god. What the hell was I thinking? I'm so sorry. It just slipped out and-"

"Relax." Scott said smiling, easing some of the tension Mitch was feeling.

"I really am sorry. And call me Mitch, please."

"Okay Mitch. I'm not sure how this office works, but if you're free soon, maybe I can buy you a drink this time?"

Mitch ducked his head, smiling.

"I might like that, but how about we stick to non alcoholic drinks for a while."

"Coffee then." Scott proposed as he shook Mitch's hand one more time.

"See you tomorrow Mitch."

"See you tomorrow Scott."

Scott filled out the necessary paperwork and headed back to his apartment, pulling out his phone and dialing.

"Kirst, you're never going to believe what happened.."