Whatever It Takes

Part 16

Lindsey winced as he tried to move his head. He wet his lips with his tongue, though it didn't help much, given how severely dehydrated he was. He breathed out heavily and scrunched up his face, the stench of alcohol made him shudder. Lastly, he slowly opened his eyes and it took him a minute to realize that he wasn't at home, instead he'd slept on somebody's couch.

"Good morning."

Lindsey's eyes widened at the sound of a woman's voice that he didn't recognize. What the hell happened last night? Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, she'd go away. Anything that happened would go away.

"Would you like a glass of water?" She asked. Lindsey turned on his back and saw her hovering above him. "You look like you could use some."

Lindsey cleared his throat as he moved to sit up, glancing at the woman briefly once more. She seemed to be wearing nothing but a shirt, which looked to be at least a couple of sizes too big to be his.

"Uh, yeah." Lindsey nodded, leaning back against the couch. 

While he waited, Lindsey took in his surroundings. Relief washed over him, when he realized that he was at... "Mick's!" He exclaimed. "I'm at Mick's." All the signs so far pointed to him not having done anything stupid.

"Did you say something?" The woman, still nameless, returned and handed him a glass. 

"Oh, uh- is Mick around?" Lindsey asked hopefully before he downed the water in a few big gulps.

"He's still in bed." She replied. "Want me to get him for you?"

"Please." Lindsey nodded, feeling more and more confident that he hadn't cheated on his pregnant wife. "Oh, what's your name?" He asked.

"Cheryl." She smiled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "We met last night, you don't remember?"

Lindsey shook his head, giving her an apologetic smile. "I don't remember much of anything."

"I went to bed with the wrong band member." Cheryl laughed. "You would have definitely remembered me."

Lindsey turned his head straight and away from Cheryl, afraid of holding the eye contact any longer. He didn't want to give her any ideas. However, now he knew for sure that he hadn't done anything wrong.

"Morning!" Mick came down a few minutes later, sounding chipper. "How's the head?"

"It's killing me." Lindsey answered, standing up, he went to refill his empty glass. "Uhm..." He trailed off, looking back over his shoulder at Mick, who followed him into the kitchen. "Please, tell me that you're the only one, who enjoyed Cheryl's- uh- company."

"Oh, yes." Mick grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "We're close, but not that close, mate. Besides, I wouldn't have let you do something so stupid."

"Thanks." Lindsey smiled at him, grateful. "So, how the hell did I end up here?"

"You can't hold your liquor like you used to, my friend." Mick joked. "You were shit-faced. I didn't want you to bother Stevie in that state, so I brought you home with me."

"Fuck!" Lindsey yelled out, slapping his hand against his forehead. "Stevie!"

"Relax." Mick waved it off. "She knows, you're here. She might not be very happy with you, but she knows, you're safe." 

"Great." Lindsey sighed heavily. "As if she's so easy to deal with under normal circumstances. I should probably give her a call, let her know, I'm alive."

"Probably not a bad idea." Mick agreed and walked out, giving Lindsey some privacy.

His heart was pounding out of his chest, while Lindsey waited for Stevie to pick up the phone. When she did, she instantly knew it was him and didn't sound too pleased.

"Hi, baby." Lindsey spoke up in the sweetest voice possibly.

"Get your ass back home. Now." 

The conversation ended there.