F l e r t 100))

The next morning he woke up with a bit of a start. Turning over and sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed as soon as he realized he wasn't where he remembered being last. He got a couple looks off their room before an outrageous headache started hitting him, seeing double for a moment. He groaned and laid back onto the bed sideways, his hands over his face.

Charisma stats are off the charts))

Tempe blinked when she sensed motion beside her. She gently rolled on her side, watching him for a few moments before she sat up. She giggled just slightly as he laid back on the bed, sitting up herself and walking to get some water and make him coffee. "Maybe next time don't try to be a good guy and you won't get drugged." She said sarcastically.

I wouldn't make him a one-night-stand kinda guy if he wasn't so smooth))

Nate sat there for a minute, a look on his face. He wanted to be rid of the sensation so bad. "I got drugged?" He turned his head, blocking the sunlight that filtered in with a hand as he looked at her. He realized he really didn't remember anything from after the fight. Just snippets of Tenpe's face from the Bar's floor and some of the backseat, flashes. "I did get drugged." He looked back at the ceiling. He huffed.

"No, it's a practical joke." Tempe teased, taking his coffee, made to his preference, and walking to give it to him along with a bottle of water. She settled on the edge of his bed comfortably, watching him observantly. "Yes. Yes, you did." She nodded, offering him a slight smile. "But you did it for a sweet reason. Or, you just wanted a start a fight- haven't figured that part out yet." She joked.

He glared over at her through the slits of his eyes. "I'm well aware of why I did it. I remember everything before- ii got knocked out." He said gruffly, tired, headachey. "He, first of all, was a brute, dunno if you noticed but he was friggin untrustworthy by the way he was looking at you, and second, yes I wanted to start the night off with some fun. Bar fights are my favorite pastime." He said a little smugly.

Tempe chuckled and gently pressed the cup of coffee into his hands, settling the sealed water bottle at his side. She rolled her eyes at him as he continued. "I got the brute part pretty clear. And the untrustworthy part. And the way he was looking at me. And I could also tell you wanted to fight. Hey, it's almost like I was there!" She joked, shaking her head. "But thank you, for your heroism." She teased.

He grabbed ahold of the drink, huffing as he sat up. He sipped it as she sarcasmed at him. "Just making sure you weren't lost in his charms of being 6'5. And you're welcome, who knows what you've have done without me."(not be in the situation, duh) He cocked a brow, blowing on his steaming coffee. "Thank you."

"I am a sucker for guys over six feet (*cough cough* I wonder who else is over six feet tall-)." Tempe said sarcastically, pretending to fan herself. "And the lack of teeth was enough to make anyone swoon." She teased, laying back on the bed and clasping her hands on her stomach. "Exactly. Whatever would I have done if you didn't save me?" She joked, giving him a nod. "Anytime."

Nate let the most amused look cross his face. "Didn't take you for the type, likes people who need dentures." He wiggled his eyebrows, looking down with a quiet murmur of an ow because his head still hurt. He grinned, still blowing on his coffee, but his face dropped slightly as he started to let his mind wander, what would have happened? He took a sip quickly, hissing in pain. "Too hot-" (c o v e r u p)

Tempe giggled at him, shaking her head and watching him blow at his coffee. "And I didn't take you for the kind who would like to start fights. Actually, scratch that- I did." She teased, tilting her head at the way his face fell suddenly. She blinked at his hiss. "...yeah. it just came out of the pot." She mocked. "Are you all right, though?"