Vegas Dude

Jonathan woke up to a pounding headache and a feeling of wanting to throw up. Though said vomiting wasn't going to happen with an empty stomach, he still felt incline to believe it could happen. The blond man of twenty-five slowly sat up in bed noticing his room in disarray. Not a good way to treat a hotel room when on a forced business trip in the great illustrious city of Las Vegas.

Last night's activities were hazy to Jonathan but he didn't put much effort into remembering since a rustling sound next to him pulled his attention. Oh no, if it's a strange girl in my bed I'm going to lose it. Jonathan, after having a few relationships that didn't pan out, thought he might give single life a try. That also meant no one-night stands. Too complicated and always leads to trouble.

Frizzy brown hair poked out of the comforter followed by sleepy green eyes that blinked slowly up at Jonathan. In an instant the turmoil that grew inside dissipated for it was not a strange girl in his bed but his co-worker and high school friend.

Sock—though his real name was Napoleon—smiled vaguely before grimacing as the light coming into the room affected his hang over. "Turn off the lights will you?" Sock mumbled burying himself back in the blankets he started to hog.

"Get off my bed, dude," Jonathan replied holding steady of his blankets not wanting to give Sock an inch. He knew his friend well enough to know he was a sheet thief. "Why are you in my room?"

There was a silence that made him think Sock had fallen asleep but there was some rustling and Jonathan felt movement as a body pressed to his right side. He knew if it had been anyone else, Jonathan would have asked what the hell they thought they were doing and demanded they back the fuck up. Sock had been like this always, pushing Jonathan's boundaries so he wasn't that surprise anymore by his antics. After a minute with him worming his way into Jonathan's warmth Sock answered.

"I'm not sure, last night is a little hazy. All I remember is drinking... Oh, there was that cool magic show and someone coming up with a drinking game."

Jonathan pondered over that remembering some glimpse of what Sock said and without realizing it he was petting said brunet's hair. Stopping because that wasn't something guys did for their guy friends. Sock groaned in disapproval. What the hell was I doing? Shouldn't Sock be getting up and going into his own room to get ready for the meeting.

Oh fuck, the meeting.

Pushing himself off the bed, and having to deal with his bad equilibrium Jonathan placed his hand on the wall until his world stopped tilting and grabbed the clock. Looking at the time he cursed again.

They missed the meeting. This was not good. Very not good.

"Get up, we missed the business meeting."

Sock moaned and wiggled in the bed moving away from Jonathan who tried to shake him up. "No Jonathan, I don't wanna get up. I'm gonna throw up."

"Well you better not throw up on my bed." He retorted walking around the room to pick up his discarded shirt. Moving around the room he picked up his clothes not paying much attention as to why they were scattered around. When he had his clothes picked up he tried to shake off the wrinkles they accumulated. It wasn't until he checked his pants' pocket to find his probably dead cell phone that he noticed something new on his hand.

More importantly it was not what was on his hand but what was around his finger. His ring finger. Where apparently a ring was currently residing. "The hell is this," Jonathan spoke out loud puzzled by the silver band on his left ring finger. If this was some crazy Vegas story he'd think he got drunk and married some stranger last night. But that was ludicrous, no one was here in his room. Well besides Sock, but he doesn't count.