SYNOPSIS - Zib x gn reader, but you hooked up.

The bedsheets smelled like earth and pine. They were warm, once, but now it was cold and sticky with sweat, and it clung to you like a second skin.

You groaned, bleary-eyed. There was the faint buzz of alcohol in your head - ah, so there was the explanation for the unclarity of last night. You felt your paw around the other side of the bed - it was cold, and empty. But if you weren't snuggled up in your own home, surely there was a reason...

"Coffee?"

You startled, your eyes flickering open. In the door way stood presumably the owner of this residence - a man with a cigarette stuck out on his lip and a ruffled shirt slung over his shoulders. His fur was still teased from sleep; although, as memories of the night before slowly came back to you, it seemed that that was rather his everyday look.

"Uh, yes, thank you." You muttered, voice painfully scratchy. The man nodded and disappeared from veiw, leaving you to study and scrutinize his living quarters. It would have been nice... if not for the mess of old papers and empty bottles scattered throughout. You hid your face under the covers, wracking your mind for the path of memories that lead you to this room.

You remembered the music. That's what had really pulled you into the night and what had kept you in your seat - well, the drinks were a perk, too. But how had you ended up with this guy? Oh, right. He was the leader of the band. You seemed the remember him singing, just a bit, and his voice had been raspy and deep and had tickled your soul.

You could taste his breath on your tongue - liquor, cigarettes, and a faintness of mint. The details after he'd sat down next to you were blurry, but you remembered catching his eye while he preformed. Had he winked at you? Surely you wouldn't have blushed at something that corny, but as embarrassment flushed your face you knew you surely had.

Finally, bracing yourself, you looked under the sheets. Most of your undergarments were still on, but certainly not all of them. You glanced around the bed. You groaned - one missing item was hanging idily off a lampshade. How humiliating.

"Your coffee." The words drifted around the doorframe. Then the man came back into view, looking not a bit more freshened up. Somehow you swore he looked worse.

You sighed, gratefully taking the cup. "Thank you..." you froze, your mouth parted. You tried hard not to look helpless as you stared into the man's eyes. You couldn't remember his name.

"Zib." He said after a moment. "Don't worry, I don't remember your's either."

He shuffled on some slippers and slumped down next to you, black sliding against the wall. He had a cup in his hands, too, and turned it in circles so as to keep the heat away from his skin, even if just for a moment.

"You're playing was good." You murmured, taking a sip, "I mean, last night. On the sax."

The bed shook a little as Zib twisted to look at you. "Ha. Your flatter me. But surely you remember more than that; you expressed a lot of appreciation when we-"

You kicked Zib in the shin. He chuckled, swirling his cup around.

"Careful, you'll get coffee on your bedsheets." You snatched Zib's drink out of his paws and set it on the bedside table. He raised an eyebrow, taking it back and rocking it back and forth so it was just barely kept from spilling.

"Since when do you care about some strangers bedsheets? It's not like you're going to be the one cleaning them."

"If I was, I think it'd be a first for them. And... I don't think we are strangers."

This got Zib to still his hand. He frowned.
"Uh. What do you mean?"

You set your coffee aside, wriggling back under the covers. "At first, when I saw you this morning, I could barely recognise you - being so intoxicated last night and everything. But, now that my head's clearing up, I get the feeling I've seen you somewhere."

Zib broke your gaze and cleared his throat. "Funny how that happens, aye? I've got one of those faces."

"Huh..." You squinted. Zib bit his lip.

Then it hit you. "Dorian?"

Zib groaned, throwing his head in his hands. "Ah, shi..."

"Why didn't you say anything!" You said, your tail beginning to lash in excitement, "we were- that was when-"

"Yes, yes, we went to school together and I got sick all over you, we all know this bloody story..." He made a hiss of humiliation as you slung your arm around his shoulders. "No need to rub it in my face all these years later."

You were smiled, though - even laughing. "I fully intend to. Really, you got more high school the fame for it." Zib rolled his eyes and pushed you back onto the mattress. You shoved back. Soon, you were laughing on opposite sides of the bed, having fallen on the floor.

"Damn, the coffee spilled." Zib said. He poked his head up above the mattress. "Care to help clean up?"

You grinned. "Gladly."

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A/N this was random as hell cause I had such a long break between writing different parts. I know it was short, but I hope yous liked this!