SOTUS one shots

Murphy's Law

Murphy’s Law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

The hangover au no one asked for.

--

Bright wakes up naked with a dog licking his balls.

    He’s sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed, staring blearily at the golden retriever licking his private parts.

    He screams.

    The dog scurries away towards the balcony. Bright’s head pounds from screaming, taking his time standing up as he props his arms on the edge of the bed. He squints as he comes face to face with Prem’s still sleeping face.

    He has no recollection of what had happened last night, and how he got naked for that matter, but he doesn’t question it. If he doesn’t remember what had happened then it must have been one hell of a night.

    Bright goes in search for his clothes. He’s used to being naked on his room but this is not his room, so he kicks the pile of scattered clothes all over the room to look for his. He furrows his brow and heads towards the bathroom.

    He finds Tootah inside with his friend’s head in the toilet, clearly still passed out from last night’s drunken haze.

    He closes the door.

    Standing in the middle of the room, Knott slowly stirs from his bed, blinking at Bright when the other finally came into his senses.

    “Why are you naked?” croaks Knott. Then, after realizing that his friend is naked, Knott turns to his side and exclaims, “Why the fuck are you naked, Bright? Put some clothes on!” throwing a pillow at his direction.

    Bright dodges it, scratching his head, he says, “I don’t know where my clothes are.”

    From the other bed, they hear Prem groan from his sleep. Both of them turn to their friend in question, gasping when Prem yawns.

    “Why are your teeth black?” Bright asks.

    Prem frowns and asks groggily, “Why is your hair pink?”

    “What?”

    “Oh,” Knott’s mouth agapes, saying, “Yeah, why is your hair pink?”

    “What?” Bright looks between his friends before heading towards the bathroom to look himself in the mirror. His hair is indeed pink, and it’s not the only thing he notices.

    “What the fuck,” he mutters when he sees the lower part of his torso from the reflection. “What the fuck!” Bright shouts.

    He has a tattoo that says ‘Bitches aint snitches” on the right side of his waist. At first Bright had a hard time reading it since he couldn’t see it properly. He lightly brushes a finger over the tattoo making him hiss in pain.

    Bright’s head is not working properly. He still hasn’t looked at the time.

    He kicks Tootah in his side, making his friend hit his head on the toilet’s rim with a clunk. Tootah groans in pain, lifting his head slowly revealing a face smudge with spaghetti sauce – or Bright hopes was spaghetti sauce.

    He goes out of the bathroom when he hears his friend shout.

    “What happened?” Bright is aware that he’s still naked at this point and rushing out of the bathroom made his balls dangle in the air.

    “Put some fucking clothes on!” Prem glares at him.

    He can’t take his friend seriously with Prem’s blackened teeth, but Bright asks, “Why are you shouting?” then, “Why are your nipples pierced?”