𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 ~ 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

A splitting headache. Her head felt like it was going to crack into two. The throbbing wouldn't stop, she tried to apply pressure but the pain persisted. She opened her eyes, it was dark. The only light she could see came from under the shades. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the pitch blackness. She finally looked at her body and noticed that she was only wearing a pair of panties and a backless halter top. The rings on her fingers caught her eye, they were chunky. They were black and silver, skulls and serpents. The fan overhead continued to creak and squeak, it was starting to annoy her especially with this damned headache. Her mouth felt exceedingly dry, like a drought. It only felt like this when she overdid it with the vodka. Realization hit her way too fast, she was hungover. Something moved next to her on the bed, it groaned. He slowly removed the covers and poked his head out. He was naked, she could only see his torso but he was probably naked underneath as well. He blinked rapidly, trying to put things in focus. He turned to look at her, confusion evident on his face. His eyes were heavily lined with black eyeliner, she almost laughed. She would've laughed, but the headache was killing her.

"I'm naked"

"It doesn't take a genius to figure that out". She replied.

He started patting the bed and the side table in search of his missing pair of pants, they were nowhere to be found. She stood up from the bed, her legs and thighs still bare, she too needed her pants. She started to search for them. She never really looked at the room closely but now that she did, it was huge and extremely dark. The only possible light source was the window. She moved towards it and aggressively pulled the blinds. The light came in strong, with a vengeance, as if it was trying to cleanse last night's debaucherous activities. She quickly closed her eyes and raised her hands to try to block out the sunlight, it was in vain. He too blinked and decided to cover his face with the bed sheets.

"Fuck!" She cursed. She decided to try to ignore the blinding lights but her head was still pounding. She needed to focus and find her pants. The carpet was riddled with alcohol bottles, some parts were even wet and soggy. She stumbled around and almost tripped, she caught the arm of the couch and steadied herself. The couch was big and luxurious-looking and lo and behold, her pants were draped over it. She swiftly grabbed her dark jeans and put them on, they were a bit snug. She touched the left side of her head again, the source of all her troubles. She heard another groaning sound but it did not come from the king-sized bed. He glanced at her and they gave each other a puzzled look. She quietly moved forward, trying not to disturb the source of the groaning. She tip-toed towards his side of the bed. It groaned again and then it revealed itself. An unknown man peaked his head out and rubbed his eyes. He focused on her and then turned his head to look at Michael. He gave them a huge grin and quickly jumped. She promptly took a step back, ready to attack him if need be.

"LAST NIGHT WAS AWESOME!" He yelled.

She looked at Michael again. "I'm sure it was". She said in a hesitating tone. The memories of 'last night' eluded her of course.

The mystery guy looked at her then at Michael. "Wait a sec, you don't remember last night, do you?" He asked, his face held a huge smile, he was more than ready to relive last night. "Dudes, it was epic! You two were epic! It was insane! I mean, there was all the drinking, the concert, the afterparty". He wiggled his eyebrows. "It was awesome, and you two" he pointed at them. "Epic legends, epic.....".

"I'm sure my splitting headache is an indication of our epic status". She told Michael.

"Don't get me started on the empty alcohol bottles". He retorted.

"Did you find your pants yet?"

The mystery man started laughing profusely, he couldn't stop.

"I'm sorry, are we missing some pants joke?" She asked in an irritated tone. "Speak". She ordered.