A Good Night Full Of Mistakes

Ch. 2

It's 8:05am and Mitch is on his bedroom floor.

If this whole situation wasn't so awkward it would be hilarious. But it is awkward, only made moreso by the fact that, y'know, Mitch is sprawled on the floor naked as the day he was born while Scott peers over the side of the bed at him in alarm.

Once he'd opened his eyes and taken stock of the situation, Mitch's initial response had been that of panic and flailing. In what had been possibly his most graceful maneuver ever, he attempted to disentangle himself from Scott while flailing and flailed himself right off the bed.

"Jesus. Are you okay?" Scott asks.

"Yes!" Mitch replies too quickly, his voice an octave too high. "No! Maybe! Did...uh... did we..." And it's a dumb question because he knows that they did, has hazy memories of it, but he's groggy and his mind is fogged and, really, what does one say at a time like this?

Scott covers his face with one hand, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah. Just about positive we did."

Oh, god. Okay. Well that happened then. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. "Yeah, okay. Not sure of the protocol here," Mitch says, grabbing a nearby stuffed llama to cover a little bit of his remaining dignity. "This is...uh..."

"I'll go. Shower. Maybe sleep off some of this headache," Scott cuts him off. "We, uh, we can talk later. Or decide to never speak of this again. Something. Where the fuck are my clothes?"

And that's another awkward thing, because where are their clothes? They're not on Mitch's bedroom floor where it would make sense for them to be. Struggling with his uncooperative, hungover memories, Mitch tries to bring to mind some idea of what the hell happened. He'd been so incredibly drunk. Scott had slurred for a kiss, as per usual, and it sounded like a good idea at the time. That's when things went a little sideways and off-kilter; it was a really, really nice kiss, at least in his drunken mind, and it got out of hand pretty fucking fast. They'd kissed, then a blur, then clothes were being tugged at, and...

"They're on the kitchen floor," Mitch mutters, burying his face in his hands. "Or, that's where we left them. I think." Yeah, that's not gonna be weird to explain to the housemates. "Just...can you, like, look over there or close your eyes or whatever so I can get something on and I'll go get them?"

As it turns out Mitch doesn't need to go far to find their missing garments; they're in a haphazard pile right outside his door. This is definitely gonna be weird to explain. He sorts through the pile, pulling out Scott's clothes and tossing them at him. God, even their underwear didn't make it into his room last night. What the hell happened? He can't even look Scott in the face at this point. "I'm just gonna," Mitch gestures towards his bathroom. "Let's just, um, figure this out later. I am so uncomfortable right now."

And with that he scurries into the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind him and staring at it until he hears Scott leave for his walk of shame back to his own bedroom.