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The sound of the door slamming shut finally made Ian's eyes open. He rolled over onto his back and placed a hand over his eyes as the bright light invaded his eyes. He squinted and pushed himself up so he was sitting. He heard something crunch beneath him, and after reaching a behind him he pulled out a slip of paper. On it was written "Marcus," and underneath a phone number.
Ian remembered the guy from last night, with the dark hair and light grey blue eyes, as well as excessive amounts of rum and vodka. Next to him on the bed there was a dent from another body, presumably Marcus's. Had he and Marcus slept together in the bed? Or done... Other things? He didn't remember having had sex, but then again he didn't remember much from about ten minutes after they'd gotten into the bedroom, only fragments. He vaguely remembered a kiss, and then getting into the bed, but not what happened after.
He got out of the bed and winced. Ian usually didn't drink as much as he had the night before, and now he knew why: His whole body felt like he'd been hit by a wrecking ball and then run over by a train. He shoved the slip of paper in his pocket, left the bedroom, and made his way down to the first floor. Now that the house wasn't dark and filled to the brim with people, Ian saw how large the house truly was.
He took out his phone and the paper from his pocket and dialed the number written on it. It went to voicemail, so after a brief debate before the tone went off he decided to leave a message. "Hey, this is Ian. The um, the guy from last night at the party. I don't know if you remember my name or not. It's Ian. I think I mentioned that already. Shit."
Ian sighed and continued. His head was starting to throb. "Anyways, last night I wasn't blackout drunk, but things are a little blurry, so I was calling to clear things up. We didn't, uh, we didn't have sex, did we? I don't think we did, but I just woke up in one of the rooms upstairs, and I'm pretty sure we slept in the same bed so I thought it best to make sure. Well, I think that's it. You probably left Matthew's place already, but I'm still here. I think I'm going to leave soon though. So... Yeah. Bye, I guess. Call me."
He hung up and placed his phone back in his pocket, before making his way through the house to where he thought the front door was. Instead, he just found himself lost in the enormous mansion.
Ian remembered the guy from last night, with the dark hair and light grey blue eyes, as well as excessive amounts of rum and vodka. Next to him on the bed there was a dent from another body, presumably Marcus's. Had he and Marcus slept together in the bed? Or done... Other things? He didn't remember having had sex, but then again he didn't remember much from about ten minutes after they'd gotten into the bedroom, only fragments. He vaguely remembered a kiss, and then getting into the bed, but not what happened after.
He got out of the bed and winced. Ian usually didn't drink as much as he had the night before, and now he knew why: His whole body felt like he'd been hit by a wrecking ball and then run over by a train. He shoved the slip of paper in his pocket, left the bedroom, and made his way down to the first floor. Now that the house wasn't dark and filled to the brim with people, Ian saw how large the house truly was.
He took out his phone and the paper from his pocket and dialed the number written on it. It went to voicemail, so after a brief debate before the tone went off he decided to leave a message. "Hey, this is Ian. The um, the guy from last night at the party. I don't know if you remember my name or not. It's Ian. I think I mentioned that already. Shit."
Ian sighed and continued. His head was starting to throb. "Anyways, last night I wasn't blackout drunk, but things are a little blurry, so I was calling to clear things up. We didn't, uh, we didn't have sex, did we? I don't think we did, but I just woke up in one of the rooms upstairs, and I'm pretty sure we slept in the same bed so I thought it best to make sure. Well, I think that's it. You probably left Matthew's place already, but I'm still here. I think I'm going to leave soon though. So... Yeah. Bye, I guess. Call me."
He hung up and placed his phone back in his pocket, before making his way through the house to where he thought the front door was. Instead, he just found himself lost in the enormous mansion.