Searching for clothes.

Siobhan cringed at the memory. They had played strip poker! And she had clearly lost! She felt her cheeks burning, her heart pounding in her chest as she realised that everyone in the party must have seen her naked! Her hands shook as she reached for her phone again, the blondes nerves almost getting the better of her, as she was sure there would be numerous text messages or social media posts about her embarrassing exposure.

Her phone had finally run of our charge it seemed, and the Brit groaned, throwing it beside her on the couch and putting her head in her hands. She would be even more of a laughing stock than she was already. All those people would have seen her tits, and they would know she wasn’t a natural blonde thanks to the fuzzy patch of brunette hair between her legs! She had liked the natural look, but now it seemed that would be her detriment.

“Alright. Focus… you can’t change what’s happened…” Siobhan said to herself, taking a deep breath, and finally taking her head from her hands. She may have committed social suicide the night before, but there were more pressing issues. For one thing, she was still naked! Not a stitch of clothing from head to toe. She needed to find her clothes and get dressed, before she could fully evaluate how ruined her life was.

Gritting her teeth, the blonde stood up, wrapping the blanket around herself like a towel, the fabric covering from her chest to her ankles. Still blushing furiously, Siobhan looked around the living room, various empty bottles of various alcohols a few ash trays littering the tables and floors. The Brit was careful, navigating her bare feet across the stained carpet, making sure to check every nook and cranny for her missing clothes.

“God where are they?” The Brit’s delightful accent rang out through the still house, deciding to move next to the kitchen. Robyn’s house wasn’t terribly big, there were only so many places her clothes could be!

Still, after 20 minutes of searching, the blonde found no clothes whatsoever. Even checking Robyn’s washing machine and laundry hamper, she found nothing that could even remotely cover her bare body. Groaning in frustration, she brough a hand to her temple. Her frustration was evident, as she took a few deep breaths, trying her best to calm her frayed nerves. The nearly naked Brit knew that she was out of options. She had to go to Robyn’s room and borrow some of her friends clothes. It would be embarrassing sure, but her friend had likely already seen her naked last night. And if she was still asleep, Siobhan reasoned that she could slip in and out before Robyn even woke up.

With a confident “Hmph,” the blonde made her way back into the living room, once again being careful to keep a firm grip on her blanket, her only current source of covering, and to not step in any of the spilled **** or cigarette ash on the carpet. Making her way out into the front hallway, Siobhan was a little happier to have the hardwood flooring beneath her bare feet, a big contrast to the filthy carpet. Wasting no time, she began climbing the stairs as quick as she reasonably could while still keeping her covering in place.

Reaching the top of the stairs, the posh girl was aware the first door at the top was the bathroom. Quickly peaking her head inside to look for any discarded clothes, the Brit sighed as it was very much the same story as downstairs. Moving on swiftly, Siobhan was aware the next room along the hall was Robyn’s. Creeping up to the door, Siobhan first tried the handle, groaning as she found the door to be locked. It was pretty common to have locks on each bedroom door in student houses, but right now it was working to her detriment. She figured her only choice was to knock and hope she could wake up Robyn, before she noticed a note taped to the door that she had missed when she first approached. She squinted in the low light and the scrawly, obviously drunken handwriting, barely making it out…

Siobhan,

Met a cute guy and went to his place for an after party. Feel free to freshen up or hang out. I’ll text if I need anything.

Robyn.

“Oh come on!” The Brit groaned as she read the note. Robyn was no stranger to leaving her if she thought she would get laid. She never had much reason to complain about it, especially not wanting to complain about her best (and only) friend. But this time, she had royally screwed her over!

Sighing in defeat, Siobhan turned and began making her way back towards the stairs. There was no point in trying any of Robyn’s housemates’ rooms, she just couldn’t face the embarrassment of facing anyone else while only having the cotton blanket to cover her naked body with. Her footsteps were heavy with frustration, as the blushing Brit made her way back to the living room, conceding herself to waiting until Robyn got home to get some clothes on.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the blonde stopped, yet another blurry memory reforming in her head as she looked at the front door…