On the bathroom floor, where she left you.

You wake up with your head ringing, mouth sticky and dry, and strangely cold. A quick scan tells you that you’re in your shower, which is … not where you remember being from last night. Trying to think back, you quickly become alarmed to realize you don’t remember almost anything. From someone asking you if a seat was taken, their voice fuzzy and crackling in your head, to someone kissing your neck and powerful, almost painful erotic sensations, it’s just all violent static. God, did someone put something in your drink? And how drunk did you even get? You can’t remember a hangover this bad before.

In something of a panicked rush, you check your clothes. While them all still being on doesn’t necessarily mean you’re free and clear, it’s comforting and lets you slow down to consider the other factors. You lift up your slinky, black dress that Eva picked out for you for the Kappa party and check your panties, which are, gratefully, bone dry. Experimentally, you touch your crotch and slide your fingers in between its lips, feeling for anything unusual. Which … it’s not NOT unusual? But it’s notably … dry. Unresponsive. No ache, no aftershocks, no lingering feelings you’re used to from getting fucked and/or cumming.

“Thank fuck for that,” you breathe out in relief and aggravation. It’s good to feel confident you weren’t the victim of a sex crime, but that’s not to say you’re actually calm. The buzzing, furious resistance you encounter trying to think back about how you got here prevents any actual relaxation fairly effectively. “Oh!” you exclaim, reaching for your purse and pulling out your phone. “Fucking duh, Jaq. Jesus, I need to get some water.”

The first thing you note is the stream of texts from Eva since about one a.m. It looks like there are a dozen or two messages of her starting by teasing you for wandering off with a cute brunette, then spiraling in worry and panic into her most recent text.

Eva: Jesus, Jaq, where are you? Please be safe; I’m going back to our room to see if you ended up there.

Eva: The sun’s been up for a few hours now, I’m so scared. Text or call me back if you get this, babe.

Eva: Or I’m probably going to start burning dorms down. Or call the cops, if I’m feeling really crazy.

The idea of Eva calling the cops about anything makes you grin to yourself. You don’t think you’ve ever met someone more dismissive of law enforcement in your life, not to mention someone who’s been detained as many times as Eva. You shake your head as your best friend’s ridiculousness, but quietly appreciate her concern.

Jaq: Hey, sexy, I’m fine. I just had too much to drink, I guess?

Jaq: I woke up in the shower, no clue how I got there, really need filling in.

Jaq: Everything seems together? But seriously blurred, I don’t even remember a cute brunette picking me up.

After sending it, you walk over to the sink, lean down, and turn on the faucet. Just a moment later, you cough and hack, spitting the water back out.

“Christ, what the fuck?!” you yell out. The taste is rancid, worse than anything you’ve ever had the misfortune of putting in your mouth with a thick, acrid aftertaste. “What the fuck am I even paying for, assholes?!” you follow up, kicking the wall. You can hear your suitemates yelp in surprise at your outburst, helping you make up your mind to not be here long enough for them to complain about it.

“Jesus!” you hear a familiar voice say in shock when you storm out of the bathroom and slam the door. Coming to a quick halt, you see Eva, wearing the same frilly, tight, orange dress she had on last night, makeup having clearly run in certain spots she’s since cleaned off, looking up from her phone with wide eyes. She rushes over to you and wraps her arms around you, giving you a second to note how strong she is for such a tiny lady. “Oh, thank God! I was so worried something bad had happened to you!”

“I mean, I’ve felt better, but nothing serious,” you reassure her, hugging her back. As you do, you feel strangely … interested in her. Not like you’ve never noticed that Eva’s cute, she’s adorable and honestly pretty sexy, but you’re just very close friends. The way your hands soak in the warmth of her skin, how loud her steady breathing seems, and a surging, foreign desire that wraps its tendrils around the thirst already overwhelming you …

“Do you remember what happened at all? I was worried Atlee had come up with some plan to get you in trouble or hurt. Or that you’d gotten in a car crash or something. Or if that girl was some kind of con artist rolling you for money.” Her words help pull you out of the spiral you were briefly staring down. Eva leaned back, not taking her arms from around you and looking up into your eyes with her big, brown doe eyes. That was something you were always jealous of, not to mention how good she was at using them to seem sincere or innocent or impossible to say no to.

“Not even a girl. Like, someone hit on me when I was on the couches, but then … poof, zap, nothin’.”

“That’s weird … I don’t like that.” Eva looks over you concerned, reaching up and manually moving your head from side to side. She circles you, looking over your arms and occasionally poking or prodding you.

“Um, mom?” you tease her as she continues her over-worrying. Then again, you still don’t feel very good. Even if nothing catastrophic happened, the headache you woke up with is only getting worse. So’s the cold. And the thirst. Especially the thirst. You wince, then close your eyes, trying to push through it.

“I know, I know,” Eva sighs as she comes to standing front of you. “I just don’t trust those bitches as far as I can throw them. How do you feel?”

“Thirsty. Headache-y. Cold. That’s probably just hangover stuff, but it is BAD today.” As you speak, you find your eyes glancing across Eva’s chest and neck. It takes some focus not to fixate on them even once you can tell you’re doing it.

“Well, is there anything you need, babe? Anything I can get you or do for you? Let’s get you comfortable first before we worry about anything else.”

She most certainly can do something for you. And something deep inside you is screaming at you to take her, here and now, kiss her, bite her, consume her. It sounds just so good … she sounds so good …