The morning after

Lauren awoke with a terrible headache. She swore to herelf she would never drink again. She was lying in a comfy bed under the cover. She didn't remember much of her dream, but she was certain it had something to do with cannibals and witches. Whatever that meant, she was more interested in what happened last night. During her usual morning stretch, the blood went cold in her veins as she felt the cover move against her skin.

She was naked.

She froze in mid stretch. She had never slept completely naked, not even during summer. So who undressed her? And where was she? Whatever the case, someone had undressed her and learned of her... shortcomings. Her eyes had just barely opened but she clenched them shut immediately. She decided it was best if she played asleep, trying to piece together the events of last night before 'awaking'. She pulled the cover tightly to her naked body, as she was searching her mind for some answers. She remembered she had had a blast. It had been a fun night. The movie, the mall, the bar, a lot of laughter, the many drinks and... Oh god, the men. Loverboy was hitting on her. What was his name? Jack something. Jack the Ripper, she smiled as she remembered the unflattering nickname Nikol had given him in the restroom. Then she remembered the woman in red. Maybe if Nikol hadn't been so protective, the red witch would have been the one waking up in the morning without any clothes. Well, she seemed like someone going in a bar for hooking up so she probably wouldn't have minded. But Nikol was only looking out for her. It was hardly her fault.

Lauren desperatey tried to piece together the rest of the night, but all she remembered were flashes. And she couldn't tell which were flashes of last night and which were from her dream. She remembered drinking. A lot, actually. And then she was... dancing? With whom? Was it Jack? She couldn't tell. She remembered the 'red witch' coming out of the restroom. But did she do anything? There was raining outside. Or was that inside? Then there was... a fight? Who was fighting? She felt no injuries on herself, so it couldn't have been her. She remembered the barman being angry and asking them to leave. Or was he talking to them?

It wasn't leading anywhere. The past was too foggy, so she had to learn of the present. She carefully peaked through her eyelids. Once her eyes adjusted to the morning light, she could see her surroundings clearly. She was at her place. No wonder the bed felt so comfy. She had payed a fortune for it. But how? It had been ages since she last brought a man up there, and even that didn't end too well. Why would she bring someone to her place? Ladies shouldn't do that. Did she have sex last night? She felt like she did. Or was that just her usual morning horniness? She couldn't really remember. Would it count as **** if she had been ****? She slowly peaked over to the other side of the bed, and was relieved to find it empty. She gave a sigh or relief. It would have been awkward if she had been met with Jack the Ripper's 'creepy' eyes.

Then almost when she settled with being alone, she heard some movement coming from her kitchen nearby. Someone was definitely at her place. Oh god, why couldn't they just leave like any normal one-night stand would have? Why **** her to face them again without the drunken haziness? She would need to get dressed and send them home, whoever they might be. She glanced around the bedroom but she couldn't see her clothes or underwear. She planned to wrap the cover around herself and get up to dash to her drawer, when the door abruptly swung open. She was gripping the edge of the cover as she saw her 'guest' walk in with a cup of coffee on a tray.