Hunter rolled over in a stranger's bed, still covered in sweat, glitter, and Pride beads. Where the fuck was he?

"Morning," the stranger said groggily.

"Hey," Hunter said, looking for his underwear on the floor.

"You leaving? I thought we could grab some breakfast."

"Yeah, dude, I gotta get home."

"Wild day yesterday, huh?"

"Whatever."

"Sweet ink. Is that a phoenix?"

"Yeah man."

"Mean anything special?"

"Look, I don't mean to be an asshole, but it's too early and I'm too hungover for small talk. I'm just gonna go." 

"Alright. Jesus." The handsome stranger put on his Buddy Holly glasses as Hunter quickly got dressed and walked towards the door. "Remember when I said you looked familiar?"

"Yeah," Hunter said, uninterested.

"I think I used to date one of your roommates." Hunter looked at him close. He was the guy that broke Tyler's heart. He should've felt like shit, but he just wanted to get the fuck out. Running out the door, he walked to the nearest major cross street: Belmont and Central Park.

How the fuck did he end up in Logan Square?

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