The rest of the night was a blur. It would even be incomprehensible to only a viewer. The group of seven, somewhat civilized men gave in their everything to tall blond of the group. They all awoke to pounding headaches, and for some there was also a sharp pain their back. In that regard, Simon was the worst off. But throughout his years, he'd built up much more of a tolerance to this pain. This way, he was everyone's savior in the morning by bringing them painkillers and cooking them breakfast. Somehow, he managed to clean up any mess remaining from the previous night as well. The other six boys had no recollection of what happened the night before. But knowing Simon, they had a pretty damn good idea.