Stevie grumbled, tossing and turning in her sleep. She felt a warm presence next to her, a frown etching across her face. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked; confusion growing in her mind as she didn't recognize the room she was in. She suddenly became well aware of the arm wrapped around her waist.
Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide seeing the guitarist from last night sleeping besides her. Her heart was racing, trying to retrace her memory. She lifted the sheet from her body, quickly pulling it back seeing she was naked.
Her heart pounded in her chest, quietly reaching over and lifting the sheet from the man next to her.
Stevie gasped, seeing he was naked as well, letting the sheet fall back on him. Her head fell in her hands, shaking it frantically.
"Oh my god...oh my god!" She whispered harshly to herself. Biting down on her lips, she slowly moved his arm off of her; quietly sneaking out of bed and wrapping the sheet around herself. She squinted around the dark room, trying to find her clothes.
Darting around the room, she snatched articles of clothing here and there, glancing around furiously for her underwear. She grew confused, crouching down and looking under the bed. There was no sight of them, standing back up.
A peek of lace upwards caught her attention, looking up and her mouth gaping open. Her eyebrows scrunched together, shaking her head in confusion. Her lace panties were dangling off one of the blades of the ceiling fan.
"How in the fuck..." She shook her head, deciding to just leave them there. At 5'1ft tall there was no chance of her getting them down, tugging on her clothes. With a final glance around the room, she made sure she had everything.
Sneaking out of the hotel suite, she scurried to the elevator jabbing at the button. The doors slid closed and she slumped against the metal wall; tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"What the fuck did you just do?" She asked herself. She caught her reflection in the door, cringing. Her hair was a mess, mascara smudged under her eyes and her clothes wrinkled and hastily thrown on.
There was no doubt about what she'd done the night before, wanting to erase the event from her memory. What she could remember of it anyways.
The elevator dinged and she stepped out. Wandering over to the Pay phones, she dug a quarter out of her purse and slid it through the slot; calling a cab.
Before she knew it she was in front of her apartment, bracing herself for the questions she knew were coming from her roommate. Before she could slide the key in the lock the door flung open, Stevie being dragged in to the apartment by her roommate.
Robin slammed the door behind them, locking it then turning to Stevie wide eyed. "What the hell happened to you last night!"
Stevie sighed, shaking her head. "Robin, please. Not right now." She bent over to take off her boots, flipping down on the couch.
"Yes right now! You just disappeared, I've been up all night worrying about you."
Stevie sighed, her head falling back against the cushion. "I did something...someone."
Robin frowned, jumping next to Stevie. "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember the guitarist from the band?"
"You mean the one you disappeared with?"
Stevie nodded, clenching her eyes shut.
"Stevie what happened!"
