Drunk on Thoughts of You

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Phil sits up, clutching his head. He moans, groaning as he tries to stand up. He falls back to the bed, his head hitting the pillow. Looking at his clothes, Phil jumps. He doesn't own pajamas like those.

"Oh, my head..." He whispers, his vision swimming in and out of focus.

"Shhh. It's okay, I'm here," a new voice calls softly. Phil looks up and sees a figure bearing down on him. Knowing that he should be worried, Phil just closes his eyes and allows sleep to claim him.

Phil's eyes open again. This time, his head hurts less. He looks up, and upon seeing a man sitting in a chair, calls out.

"Where am I?"

The man in the chair looks up, grinning. "Good! I was starting to think you wouldn't wake up."

He reaches out his hand, a glass and some pills clutched in it. Phil accepts this, sighing as the cool water hits his throat.

"Why does my head hurt so much? It feels as if some dwarfs are going to town in there."

"Good thing I'm here then," the other man said, refilling the now empty glass and passing it over.

"Sorry," Phil said, sipping his water, "but where is here?"

"Oh." The other man looks down, slightly crestfallen. "I had hoped that you might recall. I'm Dan. You came to a party here last night and I think you may have had too much to drink."

The words "you think?" crossed Phil's head, but before he could say just that, the pain in his head intensified.

"More... water..." he croaked, shaking his head. He really had had too much to drink.

A few hours pass, with Phil still laying in what he assumed to be Dan's bed and Dan passing him more water and Advil. So much Advil.

"Sooo... it's 12:45. I know you still aren't feeling great and I have nowhere to be, but are you able to sit up?" Dan asks, his face a mask of worry.

"Yeah, I think."

Phil sits up, shaking his head to clear his vision. For the first time, the room starts to come into some sort of focus. It was mostly black and white and there was a messy side table to his left. Socks and other clothes lay everywhere and the only other piece of furniture Phil can see is a black dresser.

Dan puts his arm around Phil's shoulders to steady him as he slides a Haru body pillow to prop Phil up.

"Do you remember last night?" Dan asks, "Like at all?"

"No, sorry. Can you tell me what happened? And who are you? Where am I?"

Dan smiles and drags his chair over to the bed. He sits down and ruffles his hair.

"Where do I begin?"

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"I invited a small number of people over for a, well, I guess a party. And by me, I mean my ex did. We, uh, broke up last night."

"Oof, I'm sorry." Phil looks up at Dan, his eyes swimming with sympathy.

"It's no big deal. But, well, more people began to show up. Lots of people. I don't typically like people, so it wasn't what I really considered fun. At some point, you showed up. You, at least, had gotten and original invite, so don't feel bad."

"Thanks, I was starting to worry."

"No biggie," Dan continued, "anyway, someone started to play music and someone else busted out the drinks. This was around 6:30, mind you. And th..."