Ezra rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up, bare naked in the middle of the woods. He got drunk all the time, but he had never gotten this smashed. He didn't even remember what had happened last night, much less why he was covered in goo. This was starting to get out of hand, but he knew that he wasn't going to stop. He couldn't, really. So, taking a deep breath, he forced himself up off the ground and fought back the urge to vomit.
His head was spinning, but he had to get out of the woods before God knows what came after him. So, brushing his bare ass off, he started running towards what he thought was town. It took him about an hour to find himself at the edge of the woods, somehow getting turned around more than once. When he finally got to the edge, however, he paused. He was still very, very naked. Muttering to himself, he decided to make a run for it. If people saw him, they'd just think it was funny or something. Or at least that's what he told himself. So, he started off, running through town like a madman.
Getting more than a few stares, Ezra knew he had to fix this. He couldn't go back to the dorms like this. And then he stumbled upon his savior.
A clothesline full of clothes.
He thanked whichever god felt like listening and started to run towards them, snagging a pair of pants and a shirt off of them before ducking behind a building. He slipped the clothes on, feeling a little bit better about his predicament. But then, he realized his dorm keys were gone. His hands shaking, he knew that he was going to have to get back in somehow.
It took Ezra half the day, but he soon figured out which bar he had left his damn keys in. Thankful that he could finally go home and get some actual rest, he started back to the dorms. They happened to be on the other side of town, but he didn't mind. At least he had them, and didn't have to pay for a new pair. That would've just been embarrassing.
His head pounding, he hoped no one was looking for him. The only person that might be was Lola, and he knew that she could find him anywhere. Or at least he hoped so. She was good at that. When he was finally home, he took off the stolen clothes that were a bit too big and threw them on the ground. They were covered in the sticky goo now too, and he knew he was going to have to wash them before bringing them back. But now, it was time to rinse off and try to figure out exactly what had happened last night.
Eh, it would be like me trying to recover for the sins of Eve—- though, us women have surely paid our dues for that thousands of years ago. Still, I’ll believe the best of you for now. You’ve got a kind face… or am I entirely wrong?
Mm, though it can be quite hard to apologize for the entire male gender, I’ll take your sentiments. I’ve discovered they’re not all so bad, just a select and quite representative majority. I assume you’re one of the ‘good’ ones?
At least I tried, right? I can't really take responsibility for them all, but I can try. There's just a rouge few of us. I like to think I'm one of the good ones, yeah. But I guess you can judge that for yourself.
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