No More No More

Bullshit

I called a cab and the forty-five minute drive actually seemed rather short.  It was just past eleven but the guys weren't home yet.  I was so tired from last night's party and the hangover that I just slipped off my shoes and dress and pulled on a rather large teeshirt then climbed right in to bed.  I didn't notice when the guys got home.

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It was dark in the room when I woke up.  Tom was sawing logs on the other bed with some other girl next to him (okay, so I slept through a lot), but I was alone in the bed.  It's nearly ten, there's no way Steven should be up yet.  More snoring came from the living room.  I lay in bed, unwilling to get out from underneath the covers.  It is the middle of December in an apartment in Massachusetts where the rent isn't always paid (therefore often lacks heat) and I'm wearing a teeshirt and panties.  I'm not exactly the epitome of warmth right now.

     I pull on a pair of jeans and trudge out to the living room.  My blond hair is all wacky and my makeup is smeared around my eyes.  Although I haven't yet looked in a mirror, I know this because I think my eyes are on fire.

      I roll my eyes and smirk at the sight in the living room.  Then I wonder how the heck I slept last night.  Joe is passed out on the couch, wearing a mini-skirt, with his arm around a blond girl in a bra and panties.  She kind of looks like Elyssa.  Two brunettes are passed out on the chair, Joey below them on the floor.  Steven as well is passed out on the floor in just a pair of boxers.  There's a girl lying, passed out (hmmm...seems like being passed out is a common theme here), quite close to Steven.  She lies on her stomach, in only a pair of deep purple silk panties.  A wild mane of frizzy strawberry hair fans out around her.  She looks kinda like that one chick from the show... I wonder who's girl she was.  No way she was Steven's, I mean she's just as close to Joey, and Joe on the couch, as she is to Steven.  She could be any of the three's.  Maybe even Tom's.

     I make myself a mug of tea in the kitchen, wincing at the loudness of the kettle's scream.  That'll give the guys a headache.  Sure enough, I hear a few groans in the other room.  I hear the shuffle of hungover feet joining me.  Joe blindly makes himself a cup of coffee with one hand while he rubs the sleep off his face with the other.  "Have fun last night, I'm assuming?" I ask.

     Joe frowns as if in pain.  "Not so loud," he slurs in a whine.  I smirk again, because I had asked barely above a whisper.  He sips the coffee, popping two aspirin.  We walk slowly back to the couch together, and when Joe sees the damage from last night for the first time, he brings a hand to his face whispering, "Oh my God."  He scans the room, taking in all the people.

     We sit down next to each other on the couch, Joe next to Elyssa's feet, me next to Joe.  Joe puts his feet on the table and because I'm short and closest to the arm of the couch, I can't reach the table, so I put my feet up over Joe's legs.  I take a sip of my steamy tea.  It warms me to the very bone in the cold house.  "That's a good look for you," I say, gesturing to the skirt that Joe was wearing.

     Joe looks down and seems surprised.  "I think that's Elyssa's."  Then he smirks and I start to laugh.  Elyssa kicks Joe when we both start laughing.  Apparently we were being too loud.

   A girl wanders out of the bedroom, looking lost.  She dressed hastily.  "The exit's over there, honey," Joe says, pointing to the door.  She nods and takes the money that Joe gestured to off the table, then leaves quickly after getting the scanter-clad of the two girls off the chair and dragging her with her.  Joe chuckles again.  "Strippers," he mutters.

     I roll my eyes.  "What about those two?" I ask, pointing to the remaining two girls.  The topless one's bra was entangled in Joey's hair.  This made the dark thoughts in my mind clear away.  She was closest to Joey anyway.  They all probably just reached their drinking limits and collapsed.  Simple.