[It takes having arms wound around him and being pressed against a little harder to rouse Bro from sleep. Immediately he knows something is different. Different and wrong. When that realization hits, he's squirming out of Murdoc's grip, because this is not his bed and he did not fall asleep with anyone the night before. At all. And when he catches sight of the person who was in his bed, it just fuels his actions and he gets himself untangled from the bed and several feet away.]

What the actual almighty fuck?

[And he's reaching for the nearest object- a shoe on the floor- and giving it a hard throw at Murdoc.]

Where the fuck am I? How did I get here? You have so much explaining to do and you should've fucking started five minutes ago.