Lance woke up the next morning with the biggest throbbing headache he had ever had in his life. He may have gotten drunk before, but needless to say, this was only his second hangover and he wasn't ready for round 2.
He rose from a bed--which he didn't recognize-- and looked over to a girl lying next to him-- who he didn't recognize-- in her panties and bra. He looked down at himself, seeing that he was in his boxers and his eyes shifted to the condom wrappers on the floor and his clothes. He connected all of the dots immediately and blushed a deep shade of red.
"Did I get laid?" He asked himself aloud, but quietly as to not wake the unidentified girl. He slid from the bed and began to pull on his jeans and blue and white baseball shirt. He examined his hair in a nearby mirror and tried to fix its uneasy cow-licks sticking up everywhere. He sighed in defeat when he couldn't get them to stay down and left the room.
Most of everyone who had been at the party last night--or from what he remembered of it-- had left already. Of course, with an exception of the ones who got completed wasted--
*cough* Lance.
He looked at the time on his phone, which was on 5% on the coffee table next to about 6 beer bottles,some empty some not.
6:30am on a Saturday. His mom would murder him if she found that he went to a party last night and got drunk AND laid last night. He was hoping that he could get home in time before she were to wake up.
He quickly grabbed his car keys and scrambled out of the house--unidentified as well. Once he left, he felt a bit more at ease and his headache began to leave--slowly but surely. He would be home and it would be like he never left.
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Violet Nights
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