Jonathan slowly sat up and rubbed at his neck, it was all sorts of messed up, probably from the angle he'd passed out at. His head was throbbing and he felt a lot like the one time he drank his uncles moonshine without telling anyone... only worse. Dear God, how much did he drink last night? He could barely remember anything. He wanted to take a moment to center himself but some dickhead was kicking the bed constantly and it was pissing him off like crazy.

He looked over the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow, wondering whatever the fuck was happening. He knew city people were dodgy but were they all this dodgy? Was this a sex thing or a revenge him? Hard to say. Either way, he reached out and put his foot on the guy's back to hold him in place. "You better stop kicking the bed, son. I ain't gonna tolerate it much longer."

Turning his head, he looked at Edward, Echo and Query with confusion, half squinting cause the fucking light was murdering his head. "The fuck you guys doing?"