Epilogue 1: A funny thing happened on the way to the bathroom...

“Birds should make so much fucking noise” you think to yourself. Your head is pounding and and you feel just a little bit nauseous. All the signs of a classic hangover. You’re upset at the feeling of a full bladder that has clearly woken you up. Getting up to go pee is gonna make it harder to fall back asleep to try and sleep through the hangover. Plus you’d been having a crazy dream about streaking, being arrested, and a crazy orgy.

You **** your eyes open and the first thing you see is Marlena’s massive rack in front of your face. Proping yourself up on one elbow you you take in the sea of naked bodies that surrounds you. “Guess that wasn’t a dream after all” you smile to yourself. The pangs from your bladder intensify. You decide it’s time to make it to the bathroom before you give your friends a potentially unwanted golden shower.

Careful to not disturb any of the bodies you extract yourself and make your way to the door becoming aware of your own nakedness as you do so. Judging by the sunrise you can see poking through the window it’s still very early, but you decide not to risk it and rifle through the pile of clothes on the floor looking for your boxers at least. Slipping into them you ease your way out into the hall and towards the men’s room. If you don’t make it there soon you’re gonna burst.

As you waddle as quickly down the hall that you can you hear the ding of the elevator and see your friend Salja walk out of the doors. Judging by the rumpled clothes and unkept hair she had an interesting night with that guy she had decided to hook up with. You see her turn towards you and you can tell she’s thinking the same thing about you. She opens her mouth to speak.

“Can’t talk gotta pee!” You shout. You’ve got a singular mission and time is of the essence. You hear her laugh as you rush past and through the door to the men’s room. Not even bothering to try and find the flap in your boxers you simply drop them to your ankles and relive yourself in the nearest urinal. Much to your surprise you hear the door open over your shoulder and Salja walking in. You see that she’s holding a dress that clearly isn’t hers in one hand.

“You know this is the men’s room.” You joke.

Salja laughs again. “Andrew after last night I don’t think you’ve got anything left to hide from the majority of campus.”

“Fuck you’re probably right.” You say as you finish and pull your boxers back up.

“So I see Mistress Alaina let you out of your cuffs.” Your friend mocks. “Care to tell me the rest of the story after I rescued y’alls asses?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Cause I know you weren’t wearing that earlier. I’d have noticed.” You say gesturing at the dress.

“Yeah I’d say after last night we’re in a pretty similar boat...”

“How do you mean?” You ask.

“I mean there aren’t to many of my secrets left to hide either...”

You give her a quizzical look and are about to respond when you hear a soft knock on the door and it start to slowly open.