What Are You Wearing? || freckledstyle-horseface
Marco was rolling around in his bed, not quite able to fall asleep. It was his birthday - well, had been his birthday since it was getting to 2am now - and he'd only just came home from the club his friends had taken him to to celebrate. The brunet was pretty tired actually and he usually didn't have a hard time falling asleep when he'd drunk but something couldn't quite seem to get off his mind and kept him awake.
It happened at the club, right before he and his friends were ready to leave. Marco had returned from the bathroom when one of his friends handed him a napkin with a phone number on it, pointing at a quite handsome guy who was sitting on a barstool not far from them. According to the friend, he'd given him his number in order for him to give it to Marco because 'He'd been having an eye on him throughout most of the night'.
Even though he was 99% sure this was just a stupid joke, Marco hadn't been able to bring himself to throw the napkin away without even having checked whether or not the number was fake.
Oh, fuck this, he thought, sitting up to fish his phone and the napkin out of the pocket of the sweater he'd been wearing. Blame him for being curious. Besides, he was still a little tipsy and knew he wasn't going to get any sleep if he didn't clear up that phone number issue in his head.
Marco dialed the number that had been scribbled onto the napkin and held the phone up to his ear, expecting to hear nothing which was why it surprised him so much to actually hear a dialing tone and not much later someone answering his call.
