He hadn't slept this hard in his entire life. Not even after recovering from being shot or recovering from his injuries that Vegas had given him. But he was so happily fucked out that Pete didn't even noticed the time passing. He almost didn't even noticed the hand gently shaking him awake but he was too well attuned to Vegas to ignore it.

Groaning softly, he rolled under the blankets before finally managing to poke his head out with squinting eyes. "...what year is it?"