30 Days Of You

Day 4

~Awake With A Strange Hat~

It was an odd nights worth of sleep that he had. Or was it even night? He didn't remember-  Buck rolls to the side and pushes himself up, legs awkwardly flailing in the air as he struggles to sit. 

With a huff and some extra pushing, he manages to sit up and looks down, a bunch of popcorn fell off of his stomach and lap, covering the couch and the ground around him. He's confused as to why there would be popcorn on him. 

His head is slightly fuzzy and he's feeling dizzy, not quite sure why.  As he adjusts his position, he steps into some of the popcorn, feeling the soft crunch underneath his foot and pulling back just enough to see that it stuck to his sock.

Of course he had to sweeten the popcorn with some weird glittery mixture. 

Continuously confused as to why his place looks like this, he takes a look around.  It's decorated for some sort of party, but for what he can't remember.

Pink and gold stuff everywhere, things smeared on counters and some chairs here and there and open bottles laying around too.  

The place really is a mess and Buck has almost no recollection of what happened. 

With a groan he lifts his hand to wipe over his face, reaching up higher and feeling something sit atop his head.

He feels some more, noticing a cone shaped object and he pulls it off. A coned party hat, designed with fairies and additional little firetrucks glued to the side reveals somewhat of what had happened inside his apartment.

He stares at it, the shade of pink was so not his color. 

"Really- who picks that? Barbie pink is more like it," he judges the tiny cone hat, mustering the glue on it as a firetruck actually crumbles off it's place and into his hands. It was covered in glitter and painted over just a little. 

Buck turns the hat around, seeing the "backside" of it having a weird 118 scribbled across it in such messy ways it's barely readable. 

The Eight had more squiggles than anything- and probably a random One from the several 118's plastered there.

Deciding what to do later with it, he slings it around his arm and decides to get up, minding the popcorn on the ground.

Just after getting past those, he stumbles and trips, yelping out as he steps on some toys.  

Oh god. 

It was a Lego piece. 

Buck shrieks back, holding his foot and jumping around on the other, silently cussing to himself and banging his fist on the nearest wall.  Once the pain subsided he picks it up and sets it somewhere he won't step on again. 

As he continues to walk around his place, he notices it wasn't just popcorn and toys. It was crackers too- a lot of them. 

Salt crackers, chips- fish crackers, fortune cookies, some generally grandma-like made cookies designed to be like a little alert lamp of a fire truck- yet colored bright ass pink and dusted with glitter. 

Buck tries very hard to concentrate on what had happened but he really doesn't find that recollection at all.  Must have been the weirdest party or drug trip he's ever had. 

As he continues to tip-toe through the mess, he gets closer to the kitchen island, working his way around it.

It's still messy, has a lot of decorations chaotically thrown over it- some smeared cookie icing too-  The culprit left handprints. 

Buck places his hand slightly on top of it, finding his hand to be way too big to have done that.  Or he awkwardly figured out how to make his hand smaller.

Still confused he takes a step, as the ground was much safer to navigate on behind the island and he whines, tongue sticking out and the most disgruntled sound escaping him in disgust. 

"Eeewww ooaahw- god. Fuck-"  He lifts his foot up and checks the sock, having stepped into something sweet and sticky. He takes another smell off the ground, figuring it to be apple juice. 

Great another thing to google on how to clean without bleaching his whole place.