It was one night, just one night and anything could have happened. There is no reason to speculate. You always expect the worst anyway, and you know that never happens, Lauren thinks to herself.
She takes another sip of water and almost immediately the small amount of liquid comes up. Luckily she is in the bathroom, the second she got up, and found herself next to, well, whoever that is. She got up and sprinted the short distance to the bathroom and locked herself in. It was 5:30 am, too early for most people to be awake on their day off. She got out of the bed wearing underwear, so the supports her theory, barely, that nothing serious happened.
It could be worse, you could be naked, then you really would be screwed, literally, she jokes to herself.
She is in no way a slut, one night stands really aren’t her thing, or any form of physical intimacy actually, but after too many drinks and poor judgment of the company she keeps for the night, well, anything can happen, right?
She sits just on the edge of the hotel bathroom bench next to the sink (just in case) and tries to think about anything that isn’t her turning stomach, or the guy she left sleeping in the bed just outside this room. She takes in her surroundings, counting anything she can find, tiles, soap, towels, anything. This helps her get her mind off spewing her guts up. Looking around the bathroom, it looks as though this could be the room she checked into this morning, similar sort of set up, but all bathrooms in the hotel must look pretty similar. Yesterday morning, she was in such a rush to check in and get into a meeting for work that she didn’t have time to unpack anything, let alone her toiletries, that would give her a clue whether this room was hers or not.
“She figures it doesn’t really matter anyway, regardless of whether this is her bathroom, there is a guy in the bed just outside it, and eventually he will wake up and will be asking the same questions himself. She absentmindedly took a sip of water and kept it down. Mind over matter works every time.
After counting the tiles around the vanity for the 7th time (26 tiles) she gets curious as to who it is she left in the bed, and decides she should try standing and see if her head will stop spinning. She steadies herself on the bench, and gradually presses her bare feet to the ground.
“Good start, now let’s see if you can make it too the door” she says to herself.
The next few steps are wobbly ones, but she feels no need to vomit into the basin behind her. She puts one hand to the door and another to the lock, unlocks it and slowly turns it, careful to not make any noise. Once unlocked, she pushes the door a few inches until she has a view of the bed. Sleeping there is a guy with a mass of black hair, teased and matted over his face. She recognised that the guy is from the band she is working with, as of yesterday, the Black Veil Brides. She’s only ever met them once, and since it is a new working-friendship, she doesn’t even remember all their names, let alone which one is which. It’s not anyone’s fault, they all just look so darn similar. Realising that it is someone who has employed her, she quickly shuts the door and goes into panic mode.
“This is so unprofessional! Stupid stupid stupid!! What were you thinking?? Most of these guys have girlfriends that you met yesterday!! You only met these guys yesterday as well, and you’re already sleeping with them?? Good job Lauren, you’ll probably lose your job over this, not to mention your reputation for being so diplomatic, and not mixing pleasure with business” she tells herself
“what the fuck are you going to do?” Lauren whispers to herself, as she turns and faces the mirror, her stomach is in knots, but not from the hangover, This times she is sick with herself. She pulls her long, brunette hair away from her face and over her shoulder.
“okay, okay. Clean yourself up so at least you look somewhat respectable, find your clothes and get out of here, regardless of whether this room is your or not, if you get out for a few hours, at least this guy will get the hint and leave of his own accord, this probably happens to him all the time, maybe he won’t remember either, and that’s if you’re lucky” she says to herself.
