AfterHours - Skephalo

Chapter 5

TW: Mentions of Smut, Swearing

Zak

I woke up with a pounding headache, sore in every spot possible. My eyes adjusted to the light, and I glanced around. Right next to me, I noticed Darryl. What happened last night- I glanced down at myself and noticed I was left completely naked. Did we-

Flashbacks to last night flew through my mind. Holy shit- Darryl and I fucked. I stood up out of bed, barely able to walk. I unlocked the door and peered into the hallway, holding onto the door so that I could stay upright. The sunlight shone from the hallway, and I slowly walked to where I left my bag and slipped my hoodie and a pair of boxers on. The hoodie was like a dress on me, so it didn't really matter if I didn't put pants on. I then walked downstairs, where I saw Dave cleaning up already. I melted onto the couch in the room he was cleaning.

"How was your night? I was going to get you to say goodbye to everyone last night, but I heard you and your new boyfriend really going at it in there." He said, snickering to himself.

I pulled my hoodie over my head and felt my face get hot.

"Shut up. We were drunk." I complained, covering my face with my hands.

"Mhm, sure."

"I'm sore in places I shouldn't be." I groaned, huddling myself into a ball on his couch.

"Ooh yeah~ You were a little virgin up until last night." He laughed at me as he kept sweeping up trash.

"Shut up!" I yelled again, louder this time.

I stood up from the couch and started sweeping up trash off the ground with Dave, even though I was sore as fuck.

Around an hour later, I heard someone coming downstairs, and I assumed it was Darryl.

"Dave- I need you to go tell Darryl I went home. I don't know if I can talk to him after last night." I whispered to him. He nodded and stepped out from the room we were in. As soon as I heard the front door shut, I stepped out of the living room.

"You have to go grab your stuff out of the room. He mentioned that you left your stuff, and I am not touching it after what you did."

I muttered a thank you before walking upstairs.

I took a deep breath before opening the door and seeing all my stuff folded nicely on the bed. On a piece of paper on top wrote: "Text me :)" With his phone number on it. I stared at it for a long while, debating whether to text him or just ignore him and act like it never happened. I grabbed all my things and carried them to where my backpack was. I shoved them inside and grabbed my Tylenol. I took a few to hopefully help my headache. I saved Darryl's contact in my phone, but I didn't text him.

I wasn't sure how I felt about him. I mean- Last night was amazing- But then again, he could have just been another person trying to fuck me and then leave.

I shook my head.

This is too confusing. I need to get my mind off this.

I walked back downstairs with my backpack and threw it near the door.

Dave and I then spent the next few hours cleaning up the house. I never stayed for the clean-up, and I never realized how messy things got.

After like three hours of cleaning, I melted onto the floor.

"Daveee, I don't want to do this anymore." I cried, hiding my face in my arms.

He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, how about you take a break and go get us coffee?" He said as he carried sheets to the laundry room.

By the time he finished talking, I was already up, slipping on a pair of shorts and grabbing my wallet and keys.

"Text me what you want!" I yelled as I ran out the front door.

I sat in the driver's seat and sat there for a while, enjoying the fresh morning air.

I had a pounding headache; I was sore and so tired. Is this what dying is like? Am I dying? I held my head in my hands as I groaned; the pain is too much. I should not have had that many drinks last night. I was now left with this huge hangover. That's actually the first time I've gotten that drunk. Usually, I only have two to three drinks.

I sighed as I started the car and headed to the nearest Starbucks. Dave always thinks I'm crazy for spending five dollars on one coffee there when you could get like two somewhere else. I loved Starbucks, even if it could get pricey. I pulled into the drive-through and ordered a plain black coffee for dave, an iced coffee with sugar, oat milk, and light ice for me. I liked my coffee in a particular way, and Starbucks seemed to always did it perfectly. I hummed quietly to the song on the radio as I waited for the cars in front of me to move forward. Once I had them in my hands, I set Daves coffee down into a cupholder and took a sip of mine.

I set it back down into my cupholder and then started to head back to Daves.

I pulled into the driveway and carried our coffees inside. I set them down on the kitchen counter and sipped my coffee. Dave entered a second later.

"You're so lucky I didn't make you wash sheets with me. Oh my god, it was hell." He muttered, holding his coffee in his hands.

I grinned, happy to escape the job.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out and checked who texted. It was a good friend, Ant. We haven't talked in a long while, but I always go to his party.

I gasped at the text and held it up to Dave.

"I got a gig at Ants party next weekend! Twenty-five dollars an hour!" I grinned, reading the message allowed to Dave.

"Hey, Zak! I know we haven't talked in a bit, but I saw you at the party last night, and everyone seemed into you. I was wondering if you might want to serve alcohol at my party next weekend. Just like, walk around and ask people what they'd want and get it for them. I'd pay twenty-five to thirty dollars an hour. Your choice, but if you do accept, dress to impress!"

"So, are you going to do it?" Dave asked.

"Of course! It's easy money."

"What are you going to wear?" He asked, taking a big sip out of this coffee cup.

I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture.

"I know exactly what I want to wear." I said, grinning with excitement.

"Oh my god, Zak-"