The Next Morning. 

~The Archetype and Vulcan~

"Athena."

He rolled in bed and crashed on a lady next to him by the left. His left arm, pressing on the tit of the lady. He didn't seem to get the best of that mood as he turned to the other side. He crashed against another lady. His left over the thighs of the lady. 

He mumbled again,

"Athena."

As he kept fighting to lie peacefully in the bed, surrounded by ladies, he didn't get the best of the mood. His eyelids began to pave gently, till his pupils caught the life of the day. 

"Oh... goodness."

He sighed as he began...