39th Sphere

[Jecht awakens fully dressed in a tuxedo on a red heart-shaped bed.  For some reason, he's holding a bouquet of red roses in his left hand.  He doesn't remember going to bed in a place like this, and he hasn't been drunk since that night he pitched a fit at the post office for taking Garnet's arm.  Sitting up and grumbling, he glances around the room, only to find he's not alone.]

"...All right, what the fuck.  Who the hell are you supposed to be?  This your idea of a joke?  'Cause it ain't funny."