Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Chapter 17

Brendon wakes to the feeling of his body safely pressed into his mattress. It's a cool morning as the sun's rays peek through the curtains. As he rises, his head feels heavy and his body feels strange. Oh, hangovers, what fun. He turns and kisses Sarah's exposed shoulder before getting up and heading to the kitchen. As he approaches the end of the hallway, he notices other people lounging around. He remembers that he had a party last night. Damn, he thinks, it must have been crazy. His eyes cast down his own body and realizes he's only in his underwear. He tries not to let his lack of clothing faze him as individuals look in his direction. Some of these faces he's never seen before.

He quickly introduces himself and escorts individuals out of his home. The process takes about twenty some odd minutes. After that is handled, he starts to pick up random cups from the floor and tables.

"Oh wow," Sarah starts, walking into the kitchen, "the party must have been a little over the top."

"Yeah, and once again, it was one of those nights I can barely remember." Brendon proceeds to check the liquor cabinets and finds them to be completely empty.

"Sorry I went to bed early, I got really tired for some reason." She walks over and places a quick kiss on Brendon's cheek before helping to discard trash.

"It's fine. I have a strange feeling it wasn't too..." There's a pause.

Sarah says, "Too what?"

"Not sure."

"Alright," Sarah changes the subject, "I was thinking of making breakfast."

Brendon smiles, turning around to face her, "That would be lovely."

They both come in for a quick kiss as Brendon whips up a liquid concoction for his hangover. After, he goes back into the bedroom to get a shirt and some pants on. He then decides to check other potential areas of the house that could have been trashed. The backyard is just as much of a mess as the inside, if not more. His pool toys managed to get on the roof of his studio and some red solo cups slowly drift in the pool itself. Before he retrieves the trash, there's a knock at the door.

He heads back inside to see who it is as Sarah opens the door. Both of his dogs come rushing in and Brendon greets them.

Zack says, "Dude, you must have had one crazy-ass party. The front of the yard is trashed."

Brendon sighs, "Almost every square inch of the house is trashed. I can barely remember what happened."

Zack shakes his head, "Not surprised."

"Fuck you, and thank you for watching the pups." His hangover is almost gone, so in no time he'll be in a better mood.

"I was gunna offer help, but with that attitude-" Zack jokes.

"C'mon dude." Brendon whines.

"Hand me a goddamn trash bag, then."

Brendon goes and does just that. Sarah offers to make more food if Zack wants to stay. He accepts and is quick to take the trash bag from Brendon; heading back out to the front yard.

After the musician heads to the backyard to pick up some trash, he notices his dogs begin barking inside the house. Since Sarah is preoccupied, Brendon is quick to go see what's up. Penny and Bogart both cautiously pace around the outside of the spare bedroom from down the hall. Brendon decides to see if anyone had been in there last night. The door had been left slightly ajar, which is minorly suspicious since he doesn't remember opening it. Curiosity runs through his mind as he opens it the rest of the way, peering inside. The sheets on the bed are missing. He walks into the room, a heavy caution weighing in his mind. He glances at the floor and notices small blotches of a red substance sticking to the carpet's fibres . He crouches down to further inspect what it could be and... it's blood. He stands up and his heart starts to race.