(#Wattys2018) Time Out! [Tracer x Male Reader]

Part 13

   Thump. Thump. Thump. 

   You woke up to darkness, your throbbing headache preventing you from opening your eyes at anything but a slow pace. You could actually hear the pulsing noises in your ears as you felt it in your head. Thump. Thump. Pain with each pulse. Along with the pulsing, you noticed an irritating ringing in your ear that just wouldn't seem to go away. Once you opened your eyes, it took a minute for your vision to return. You couldn't see much, but you could make out some stuff, like the fact that you were in a large bed, in a large room with not many decorations or furniture in it. In the corner lay a small, brown thing that looked like a desk, on top of which stood a white, rectangular object that appeared to be an old computer. You slowly turned your neck to see more... Bad idea. A sharp spike of pain shot up your spinal cord, causing you to wince. Even if you were trained to ignore common pain, this was excessive. You turned your head back to its original position, waiting until the pain would flee. As you did this, you saw something move in the corner of your eye. Something ... or someone ... was in the bed with you, but you were smart enough to keep your head still this time. 

   Around this time, your vision was finally starting to go back to normal. You could make out a rather large lump in the blanket next to you, which led to what looked to be ... A body. As the ringing in your ears slowly came to a halt, you noticed that the body was... Snoring? That was odd. You've never even heard of an act such as falling asleep in the same bed as another individual. The Omnics had warned you about such a thing, calling it "adultery". 

   Despite your body telling you not to, you carefully turned your head to your left, and thus concluded your suspicions. Mere feet away from you lay a woman with short, brown hair, wearing nothing but her undergarments, snoozing softly. She was turned away from you, so you couldn't see her face... Although, her hairstyle did seem awfully familiar. You weren't exactly sure what it reminded you of; your mind wasn't in a good state at the moment.  As you squirmed with the little capacity you had, you realized that you too had been stripped almost nude. You threw the blanket over your bare chest, although your aching muscles argued with you over it. As you grew more in touch with your current situation, you also seemed to grow more and more oblivious.

   How did you get here? Why are you, with barely any clothing, waking up next to a sleeping, young woman, who also is wearing barely any clothing? Should you wake her up and ask her? Would that be rude? How long would she stay asleep? What time was it anyway? The room was lit with natural sunlight, so it couldn't have been too late in the day. Despite being bright and sunny outside, your wave of drowsiness had yet to cease, and you soon felt your eyelids drooping as they did not too long before. 

   

   You were awoken by a slow yawn of your own. Your body-wide aches had gotten noticeably better, though not completely. You cautiously stretched your arms out, but as you did so, you noticed that the spot in the bed next to you, which had previously occupied a snoozing woman, was empty. The basic shape of her body was still slightly pressed into the mattress, and the spot was still warm. Turning over to your other side, you notice a white, porcelain mug filled with dark brown coffee sitting on the ground next to the bed. Steam was still erupting from the liquid. A yellow sticky note lay beside it and, in small, neat handwriting, read "For your hangover."

 The warm, imprinted sheets and the hot coffee led you to believe that you had woken up only soon after the woman had left. Was she the one who made you the coffee? You had so many questions. Maybe she was still in the house! You could still have the chance to get some information! Although, first thing's first... You needed to find some clothes. Slowly moving yourself out of bed, you crouch down and take a few sips of the coffee before tip-toeing across the room and slowly opening the door a crack, peaking your eye out. The coast seemed clear so far. As you opened the door a bit slighter, you noticed a room next to yours, hearing a low, humming sound, similar to that of a white noise machine. Your eyes darted faster than a roadrunner before you swiftly yet silently made your way to the room. Your tactic for this room was the same as the last -- peak, scan, open more, scan, than book it. 

   Examining the room for a split second gave away what it was -- a laundry room, and the humming was coming from the dryer. You saw tons of clothes being spun around in there. Would it be wrong to wear someone else's clothes? You didn't have time to ponder on it at the moment. Not even bothering to turn it off first, you open the door and reach in, pulling out the first items you grabbed. Anything you didn't need, you discarded. Bra? Didn't need. A sock? Nope. A belt? Why was a belt in there? You tossed it aside and eventually pulled out some basketball shorts that were too small, to match a plain, black t-shirt that was too large. You closed the dryer and felt more confident in walking around the house, now that you didn't look like a nudist. 

   Slowly creeping out of the laundry room, you closed the door behind you and finally got a good look of the upstairs of the house. Weird. It was the same house where you and Lena had gotten absolutely shitfaced the previous night. Putting your hands in your tiny shorts pockets, you made your way downstairs. Some of the mess had been cleaned up, but that wasn't saying much -- the house would take weeks to clean from the looks of it! 

   Nobody in the living room, where someone had apparently been binge-watching Black Mirror. Nobody in the kitchen, where you helped yourself to a bowl of dry cereal, trying to recover your memories. The last thing you remembered was... Damn, what did you remember? You remembered drinking enough soda to quench the thirst of a moderate-sized family, you remembered the dancing and cliche Christmas songs that people still love despite hearing them constantly playing everywhere through the whole month, and you remembered the nasty-yet-interesting beverages, but after that, all you could remember were flashes. There was.. giggling.. lots of laughter.. goofing off.. and kissing. Kissing! You remembered kissing a beautiful female, who, in your memory, was taking the lead of the kiss, demonstrating that it was necessary for any two people to kiss if they were caught positioned under.. some stupid plant that you can't recall. You couldn't remember her voice, name, or appearance, but you do remember seeing dark brown hair. This ultimately narrowed down your options to... Nearly half the population of King's Row. Wonderful.

   You got up after a while and decided to have a scout around for any clues. It took quite a while and an extraordinary amount of digging under furniture and such, but you finally found your Overwatch hoodie under a sweaty, old blanket on one of the couches. Something wasn't quite right, though. The tag looked different. Getting a closer look at the tag, you could make out a red, lip-shaped mark on the tag. Lipstick! You hoped it was just from the same girl as the one you kissed... Or maybe you were just a pimp when intoxicated. 

  You snicker at the thought and throw on your hoodie, taking a last swig of coffee before heading outside and into your hotel's direction. Hopefully the Omnics could figure all this strange stuff out, because you sure as Hell couldn't. Tossing your hood up and keeping your head down, your mind was only centered on one thing and one thing only -- trying to figure out what really happened during the night of the Christmas party.