Still Dunno

Chapter 34 - I Deserve It, Part Two

Joslyn's POV

My head pounded so hard I thought it might explode, make me vomit, or both.

I opened my eyes, squinting because the sun shone from the window.

I sat up, and my stomach turned violently.

I was in a strange bed, naked but alone.

I got up and went into the little room off the bedroom, grateful it was a bathroom.

I had to pee so badly.

I wasn't sure if I would throw up.

I sat there trying to remember what had happened last night.

I went out with Christopher. We went to a bar, and everything after that was hazy.

Where is Christopher?

I got up and went back into the bedroom.

I grabbed my dress and slipped it on.

I left the bedroom and wandered into the other room.

Christopher was passed out on the couch.

I nudged him.

"Huh?" he mumbled.

"Chris gets up," I said.

Christopher flinched as he opened his eyes.

"Joslyn?"

"What the fuck happened?" I asked.

"I don't know," he mumbled, sitting up slowly.

"Christopher, this isn't good. It's morning, I don't remember anything, and I think my head might explode."

"I can help you with that," he said, pulling a little vital out of his pocket. He waved it in front of my face and smiled wickedly.

"I don't see how that can help," I said.

"Oh, it'll make you feel like a million bucks," Christopher said.

Getting up, he went over to the bar in the room.

This must be the penthouse room in the hotel, and we trashed it.

Empty bottles were everywhere. There's no way Christopher and I drank this much.

"Were there other people here?" I asked.

"Um, yeah. Some friends stopped by," Chris said, taking the straw to his nose and inhaling.

"What friends?"

He shrugged.

"Here," he passed the straw to me.

"I don't know..."

"Joslyn, it will help your head," he stated.

I took the straw and did a line.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed.

"I know," Christopher smiled. He moved around the room, looking for something.

He picked up a bottle, took a swig, and passed it to me.

I drank the rest of the bottle and set it down.

Someone knocked on the door.

I looked at Christopher in panic.

"Don't worry, it's my friends," he said, opening the door.

"Hey man, come on in," Christopher said, welcoming five guys into the room.

I watched him greet each of them with a hand gesture, a handshake, giving them five or a quick hand slide.

"Who's this?" a guy asked, eyeing me up and down.