[ intelligentlylethal ∞ Eric ]
Eric woke to a horrible pounding in his head and a strange feeling that he was not alone in his bed. He opened one eye, finding a head of blonde hair a few inches from his face. He took a deep breath, trying to decide which of his two issues was more pressing, the fact that his head was about to explode or woman who seemed to be wrapped around him.
Deciding that his head was the more pressing issue at the moment, he reached for the bottle of pain killers he kept on his night stand, but they weren’t there.
“What the hell?” He asked no one in particular before rubbing his head, silently cursing anyone involved in his getting drunk last night. He looked back at the blonde, making two discoveries now that he could see her face at the angle he was now sitting in.. First, it was Marlene, who he now vaguely remembered seeing last night, although he couldn’t quite piece together when or where. Second, that she was not wearing any clothes. He looked down at himself, this morning only getting weirder as he realized that he was fully clothed, right down to his shoes.
He racked his brain, trying to remember how he ended up fully clothed in bed with a naked girl. “I know you’re up,” He mumbled, “But I feel compelled to point out that the time to throw yourself naked into my bed was before your initiation scores were finalized.”
What the hell? The remark woke the blonde up. She realized within a good second that the voice of the person it belonged to was not supposed to be so close to her - at all, let alone at this strange hour. She kept her eyes closed, trying to breathe in the surroundings. Apparently she had fallen asleep, her arms wrapped around him, under the influence of a good amount of alcohol. She could feel her head pounding - worst hangover ever. Even though the outcome of the alcohol might not be that bad after all.
Upon hearing the voice again, the blonde forced herself to open her eyes and stare at the person in bed next to her. ❝I didn't think it to be a good idea to confess my true love to you during initiation. You might have started to hate me.❞ As usual, her perfect happy and sarcastic guard was up. There was no way of knowing she was serious about her remark or not. ❝Oh, and this is my bed. Not yours.❞ She got up, releasing herself from him.
She still had no idea how the two of them got here. ❝For whatever it's worth, I didn't mind sleeping next to you. We should do it again sometime, even though we should either both be naked or both have some clothes on.❞ With that, she reached over to the ground to get herself dressed - the first thing she found was a shirt that could not be hers. Oh, whatever. She put on the shirt. ❝Care to explain how you have as shirt on, but I have a shirt on of yours, too?❞ She looked towards him, the first time during their brief conversation. As usually, she was smiling. This time, however, the smile was genuine - it suited her a lot better than the usual smile that was plastered on her face.
