Discord opened one eye, then the other. His head was rigid, and he could see his surroundings in a clear vision, which meant he sure wasn't sober at the moment.
Yawning, he grunted and cracked his back. ''Ugh, what did I do last night? Felt like I slept on rocks.'' Looking down, he discovered the stoic expression of Tom staring at him disapprovingly beneath him.
''Oh man... did we do it?''
''...''
''Did I at least use protection?''
''...''
''You're clean, right?''
''...''
''What, me? Oh...'' Discord gulped, scratching the back of his neck.
''...''
''Yeeeeeeah, might wanna get yourself checked up.''