You go inside

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. How’ed you like you first walk of shame?”

You stumbled your way inside, closing the door behind you. As you leaned back against the door, for the first time tonight you felt safe.

“So tell me, who’s the lucky guy?”

You looked over at Doe lounging on the couch, absentmindedly reading some fashion magazine.

“Well? What’s his name?” Doe inquired.

“I… I don’t know his name.”

“You slept with a guy and you don’t even know his name? Dam, I never thought my boyfriend would be such a slut.”

“Doe… I was ****.”

“I’m sorry what?!” Doe dropped her magazine and immediate rushed to your side, “Oh my god look at you! Honey, tell me what happened. Are you ok?”

You try to explain, but quickly your word devolved into incomprehensible muttering and tears. You collapsed onto Doe’s shoulders as she gently consoled you. Doe half-escorted half-carried you to the living room and set you down on the couch.

“Take your time,” said Doe, “tell me everything that happened to you.” And so you told Doe everything that happened at the club that night.