About Last Night. Jensen Ackles

irl.

That sound that everyone knows but hates.

Yea a hangover being nursed by someone calling you too early in the morning.

I rolled over as I heard the phone hit the floor.

I rubbed my temple as the pain was heavy this time.

Extremely heavy this time.

I sat up from the cold hardwood floor as I removed the French toast from my hair.

Another vibration across the floor.

I moaned out as I reached over grabbing the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, any chance you know the code to the basement?"

"Basement?"

"Yea, the archives, we kinda need to get into there. The fall line is due and right now we don't have a collection ready for the week."

"What?"

"Victoria, it's Leigh, why are you acting so strange?"

"I don't know. I kinda just woke up." I ran my fingers through my hair finding something else in the tangled mess. "God, where am I?"

"You aren't at HOME?"

"Stop yelling at me!" I shouted back as my head started to pound.

"Just get yourself together. I will send a car to your location."

"You can find me?"

"Yes, you gotta love Apple for that."

I nodded my head as I pushed myself up from the floor. "Its a hotel."

"Yea, apparently the place you go to not be seen."

"What?"

"The Pearl. You know that hotel our clients use to not be seen with last night's mistake."

"God." I rolled my eyes as I looked around the room.

It was still dark but the mattress was pushed to the side with the sheets in the floor. The pillows were tossed all over as wine stained the table.

I pulled my hair up as I found my shoes from last night. Thank god. I didn't ruin those.

"Hey, the driver will be there in 15."

"Thanks Leigh, just have him call my phone."

"Will do."

I put my phone on the dresser as I found my dress.

I hadn't noticed that I was nude until that point. My skin was bare to the cool hotel room air that had kicked on.

I ran my fingers down my shoulders when I felt something odd on my back shoulder blade.

My dress was torn around the zipper making it unwearable.

I rolled my eyes as I tossed the 7 thousand dollar dress into the trash.

What I didn't know was that something was hanging out from under the mattress.

Jeans.

How the hell did jeans get in here.

My eyes narrowed as the shirt came next.

Did I back a bag last night before coming?

I shook my head as none of the thoughts were clear.

Nothing about last night was clear.

The jeans went on perfect as the shirt was a little loose.

I slipped my heels on as my hair was pulled into a bun.

That fashion week in Paris but it will be fine.

I stopped as the song started up again.

My eyes narrowed as I followed the mumbled noise to the bathroom.

There under the toilet was a black iPhone.

I bent down as the phone went silent.

I jumped backwards as my own phone started to vibrate in my hands. "For fuck sake."

"Ms. Blackwood, I am out back."

"I will be down in about 5." I pushed my phone into my pocket as I snatched up the other phone on the floor.

The back elevator was slow as it finally reached the back lobby that private clients used. I kept my head low as I walked across the lobby trying to ignore the others.

The oversized black SUV was pulled up to the curb as I climbed in.

"Home?"

"Yes please." I said resting my head back against the head rest.

The unfamiliar ringtone went off again.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket as I saw the name on the front screen.

The call went to voicemail as I felt my stomach flip.