You rapidly blinked yourself awake to notice this isn't your bedroom. "Ah, shit...", you talked under your breath You glared at the big space covered in band posters and the PlayStation games piled up across the bed.
There was a huge party last night and your friends talked you into going. You were hesitant at first because it was thrown in the house next door and you didn't really know your neighbours, but agreed in the end because you had nothing better to do.
You rubbed your sore eyes then looked at your hand that was now stained black - you've forgotten you still had makeup on. Obviously, you had too many drinks judging by the headache and your friends left you in this room to sober up throughout the night. They didn't think of it as a big deal since you can literally just cross the fence and be home. A vague recollection of your best friend helping you out of the little black dress that was squeezing you all night and tucking you in the bed so you can rest properly got you to exhale loudly. It wasn't the embarrassment of being undressed by your loving sidekick, it was just the worry of being a drunk burden.
You lazily straightened up in the king sized bed and got up unsteadily on your feet. You ran your hand through your hair, looking around for your clothes. You saw the dark fabric crumpled on the wooden floor, along with the new heels that were kicked over it. You bent over in your lace underwear to pick the dress up when the door screeched open.
"Oh my", you hear a raspy voice choke as the door slam shut again.
