When Jameson woke up, his head was throbbing in pain and he felt his stomach churn violently, threatening to throw up whatever food he had left in his system.

"God morning sleeping beauty." Will smirked teasingly as he handed Jameson a cup of black coffee and a couple of painkillers once he had sat up.

"Morning." Jameson mumbled back as he swallowed the medication, the dark coffee helping him wake up.

"Do you remember any of last night?" The Colonel prompted as he sat on the end of Jameson's bed.

"Not really. I remember eating out at a restaurant with you, there was red wine..." Jameson trailed off, unsure of what happened afterwards.

"I paid for our dinner, and you got a little carried away with the wine. You smeared spaghetti sauce on your face like a child, so I had to practically carry you to the bathroom to clean you up." Colonel paused, smiling fondly at the memory before continuing.

"After that, I had to haul your ass outside where you promptly threw up before I carried you here since I don't know where you live." He finished.

"Ugh, I'm the worst Irishman ever." Jameson groaned in mild irritation.

"Trust me, I've seen worse. There's one guy I know that can't even handle more than a shot of whiskey." Will comforted the dejected dark haired male, patting him on the shoulder before standing up.

"When did you get up?" Jameson questioned curiously.

"A couple hours ago. It gave me time to book our flight and get packed." Colonel answered with a shrug.

"Can you take me home so I can pack my stuff?" Jameson asked.

"I have a better idea." Will countered with a mischievous smirk that put Jameson on edge.

"I'm not going to do anything nefarious. I was merely offering to take you somewhere and buy you clothes for our adventure since I'm presuming you have nothing at home that's suitable for hiking in a jungle." Will huffed indignantly.

"O-oh, thank you." Jameson stammered, feeling guilt for always assuming Will couldn't be trusted.

"No worries. After you eat, we can go." Will stated before disappearing into the bathroom.

Jameson nodded before finishing his coffee and getting out of bed, wrinkling his nose in mild disgust at the smell emanating from his clothes he had slept in.

His long sleeve white shirt had several stains on it, his blue vest wrinkled and his black pants appearing to not be in a good state either.

Colonel laughed as he tossed him a fluffy white towel, stepping out of the bathroom so Jameson could shower.

Jameson cracked the door open and handed Will his clothes so they could be washed before climbing into the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water rushing down his back.

I'm going to miss showers, Jameson thought as he combed soap through his unruly mop of coco brown hair.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the hotel door open, signaling Will's return.

Jameson hastily finished his shower and wrapped the towel around his waist, cautiously venturing outside to retrieve his clothes.

He was met with a shirtless Colonel changing out shirts, his chest built much to Jameson's surprise.

Jameson instantly tried to duck back out of sight, but he was too late.

"Sorry, I forgot to give you your clothes before you finished up. Here." Colonel tossed Jameson his clean clothes before throwing his own shirt, either ignoring or not noticing Jameson's face flush red in embarrassment.

He changed in the bathroom before stepping out, finding Colonel waiting by the door with a suitcase of belongings and a duffel of what Jameson presumed was his hunting equipment.

"Will the plane even allow that?" Jameson questioned warily, gesturing to the duffel.

"I already had it cleared." Will assured him.

"Come on, let's get you better equipped." Will continued before walking out the door with Jameson in tow.

Soon Jameson was clad in a long sleeve cobalt blue shirt with matching pants that resembled Colonel's outfit, his black bowler hat perched on his head and his black dress shoes replaced with black military boots.

A tan knapsack overflowing with supplies such as food and water was slung over his shoulder, a black suitcase in hand and a sheathe with a machete hanging at his side.

"Now you're ready for an adventure." Will grinned eagerly.

With that, the two adventurers made their way to the airport to start their journey.