You wake up

You’re unsure how long you slept, or even if you really slept at all. It couldn’t have been that long though, because when you open your eyes and sit up, you’re hit by a familiar swimming sensation. You’re still very drunk. Or very drunk by your standards considering you’ve never been drunk before.

You blink your eyes a few times, trying to focus on where you are. It’s a bedroom with a large king bed covered with a fashionable blue comforter and plush decorative pillows.

Honestly, you should be decently warm here, so why are you so cold?

You glance down and freeze.

Your shirt and bra are completely gone and your naked chest is covered in some sticky substance. You timidly run a finger over it, squinting in confusion as you squish it between your fingers. Just as you bring your fingers to your lips, in a drunken logic that this will help you figure out what and where it came from, realization grips you.

You look down at your chest in horror, noticing the slightly red splotches on your chest for the first time (a sign that something has been rubbed/pressed against you enough to irritate your skin). You jump off the bed, almost falling over in your drunken state, and start looking around the room for your shirt.

No no no no no no!

You can’t find it!

You glance around the room and realize with growing horror that there is exactly one door to the room.

Shit!

You’re trapped in a bedroom shirtless and covered in cum. You can still hear the music and the chatter on the other side, proving to you that the party is still in full swing.

You glance at the window and wonder what you should do now.

Should you climb out the window or stay in the room?

The first option you run the risk of someone seeing you. The second option you run the risk of Mike (because you’re pretty sure it’s this asshole’s fault) coming back with some nefarious scheme.