Julian had been having a very odd dream where Tatum's butch girlfriend was chasing him with a knife when the wind was suddenly knocked out of him and he woke up coughing. "Ow! Fuck! What?" He looked around blearily, someone had chucked a text book that had landed right in his gut. When he finally focused he gave a yell as he saw who was in his room.
"You! What are you doing here?" He looked around, panicked by Tatum's demeanor but unsure why. Something awful had happened. He gasped and grabbed the dress from his desk, horror on his face. "We had sex!" he choked out, flying out of bed and scrambling for some underwear and dammit, why wouldn't it go down he thought as he not very discreetly settled for tucking it into the waistband of his boxers.
"I didn't slip you anything! I swear to heaven I did not!"