Rentyre
An incessant beeping fills the room. Clutching your head, you fling your other arm at the nightstand, hoping to stop the noise. It does, leaving you to fully appreciate the extent of your hangover. You look over at the clock, which reads 8:53. Good timing; you've got seven minutes to spare.
Pulling yourself out of bed, it occurs to you that you're naked. Yep, those are Reggie's clothes on the floor. At least you took the girl back to Reggie's place, instead of hers. You bend over to pick them up, but stop as a fresh wave of dizziness washes through your head.
Screw it. It's not like Reggie's never seen himself naked before.
You manage to stagger over to the Rentyre, and step in. Nothing happens. Oh, nevermind. You haven't turned it on yet. Stumbling over to the console, it takes you a good five minutes to figure it out.
Pulling yourself out of bed, it occurs to you that you're naked. Yep, those are Reggie's clothes on the floor. At least you took the girl back to Reggie's place, instead of hers. You bend over to pick them up, but stop as a fresh wave of dizziness washes through your head.
Screw it. It's not like Reggie's never seen himself naked before.
You manage to stagger over to the Rentyre, and step in. Nothing happens. Oh, nevermind. You haven't turned it on yet. Stumbling over to the console, it takes you a good five minutes to figure it out.