All The Odds

Thirty-three

Iverson woke up to long strands of hair masking his face and a bodyweight on his chest pinning him down on his back, he was used to waking up this way since he shared a bed with Blue.

A tiny unconscious smile graced his lips as he placed a hand on her bare waist and snuggled her closer, he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply then almost instantly tensed.

Blue was loyal to apple scented products; her shower gel, shampoo and even laundry soap. That, left her with a fading scent of apple, always.

This person smelt nothing like Blue, he pried one eyes opened to take in his surrounding and that was when memories of the night before came crashing on him along with the inevitable hang over headache.

"Fúck." He muttered, taking in the brunette sprawled out on him and the blonde hair scattered on the pillow beside him, he remembered every last detail now; every touch, every kiss, every skin on skin.

Oh man, it was a wild night.

The brunette- what was her name again- was completely naked, he knew he was naked under the sheet too and suddenly Iverson didn't know where to touch in order  to get her off of him.

He shifted and wriggled subtly so as not to wake her but she soon lifted her head to leer at him.

He grimaced. "Erm, do you think you can..get off?"

She kept looking at him as if trying to make sense of what he was saying, Iverson repeated himself and shifted uncomfortably. The blonde beside him flipped over and mumbled something with her hands stretched out, only then did brunette moved off of him to crawl over into her body where she fit perfectly.

He cursed under his breath as he sat up and looked around for his hastily discarded clothes. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" He asked and one of them blindly pointed in the way of a door on the far corner of the room.

With another curse he made his way there and cursed some more when bright light assaulted his eyes in the tiny bathroom. He got dressed in there, gaggled some water and splashed some on his face.

What was he going to do with himself, he asked the bearded stranger staring back at him in the mirror above the handbasin, he looked as pathetic as he felt.

Two girls in one night and he still felt empty and now doused with guilt and misery. He was losing himself and he felt weak to do anything about it.

He checked the time on his phone to realised it was only 3:06am but he needed to leave now, he vaguely remembered hailing down a cab with the girls so hopefully his car was safely back at the bar.

He walked out of the bathroom to find only the blonde snoring away in bed, he looked around for the other one as he snuck to what he thought was the exist  but found himself in their porch that had been converted to a little kitchen and right in the middle was the brunette with an electric jug in hand.

"Sneaking out are we?" She smirked as she filled the jug with tap water and returned it to the plug. "Coffee?"

"Please." Iverson replied, the awkwardness he anticipated was making itself known but he couldn't resist a cup of coffee.

"Sorry it's instant."

"That's fine." He said and sat down on a nearby chair, he drummed  his fingers on his thighs and watched her fetch instant coffee into two mugs.

"Sorry, I forgot your name after all the drinks." Iverson said to fill the silence.

"It's Elena and my girlfriend is Tess. You are Harrison right?"