Found by other flatmates

Before you even get the chance to doze off, your attention is drawn to the nearby sounds of doors opening, and muffled conversation. You can make out two voices, a male and a female.

"...can't believe you forgot your ID..."

"...not in my room..."

"...not here either..."

"...maybe in the common room?..."

Oh shit. Before you can even decide how you feel about being seen like this, the door to the common room is flung open.

"...Whoa, damn. Shhhh! Broden, look!"

Broden whistles. "They must be the ones from rooms seven & eight who never showed. Guess they had their own fun without us."

"He's kinda fugly, but at least she's pretty cute. She could totes do better."

You blink open your eyes, and look in the direction the voices are coming from. Your poor eyesight is further blocked by the tears still pouring out from within you, so you can barely even make out their silhouettes.

"Ah, sorry!" Broden whispers, his tone a mix of humour and genuine apology. "We didn't realise you were awake. We just came to pick up my ID, then we'll be back ou-"

"...Oh shit, Broden!" the female voice gasps, interrupting him. "I think she's crying!"

"Please..." Your hoarse voice cracks. You can barely manage a whisper. "I lost a GAME. I didn't want this..."