Time To Waste

Chapter (Lucky) 13: Suds

She was sick to her stomach and confused. She knew who Chris was, but she didn't remember anything about the night before, most especially why her pale skin was covered in purpling bruises and raw bite marks. He had watched her spin circles in front of the bedroom mirror, then the bathroom mirror, trying to place the precarious pieces of the puzzle together and solve the riddle in her mind. In fact, she was turning in a slow circle when he noticed a large red handprint on her ass, and he winced realizing that he had been a bit rougher with her than he had intended. But, of course, she never needed to know that, because someone had drugged her. He wasn't sure if he should cheer or cry!

As she raced into the bathroom for the fifth or sixth time, Chris answered the gentle knock on their hotel door and sighed. "She remembers who we are!" he confided with relief to his best friend as he let him into the adjoining room.

Rick juggled three hot beverage containers, entered the room and handed his bandmate a steaming cup of coffee before tossing himself into a chair. "Right, but does she remember last night?"

Chris shook his head. "Not really."

Rick frowned. "Do we tell her, or do we let it go?"

Chris sipped his coffee and shrugged. "I don't know what to do, man. She's confused and it's making her a little anxious. On top of it all, she keeps throwing up."

"Probably the drugs," Rick frowned.

His best friend nodded. "I don't know that she can handle anything more right now. She woke up in our bed alone, and very, very confused. Which, you know, she made me sleep in the fucking chair, because she was so scared. She actually wanted me to bring her back to Devin's room this morning. Anyhow, she woke up from our nap and has been looking at herself in the mirror for a while now. Also, there have been some water-works." At this he paused and ran a hand up into sleep-tousled locks. "I'm trying to decide what I should even tell her!"

Rick cocked an eyebrow. "And?"

"None of that," Chris waved the implied suggestion away. "I told her that we were celebrating our anniversary at a club and someone, somehow must have drugged her. We came back to our room and were in the middle of sex when I realized that she wasn't acting right."

Rick's frown deepened. "So, she doesn't know that I was there? You've gotta tell her something about what really happened. You can't just rewrite history! That's playing a really dangerous game, Chris, and one that's also very unfair to – "

When the door to the bathroom opened the two men sat up straighter and ceased their entire conversation. Jenna, clad in a massively oversized black hoodie, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then glanced from one man to the other. "Good morning, Mr. Olson," she smiled. "The coffee smells awful!"

Rick laughed. She was the only person alive that didn't drink coffee, but the fact that she was hating on the smell said that she was back to some semblance of normalcy. This was the Jenna he knew and, any annoying quirks aside, that was totally refreshing. "I brought you a hot chocolate, it's on the desk," he smiled at her.