Still Drunk

I blinked the fog from my eyes as a bright ray of light blinded me. I turned away with a wince and wiped my vision clear. The room began spinning, but not in a sickening way; I think I was still drunk. While glancing around the room, I realized I was completely naked.

"Wait, what happened?" I asked myself while rubbing my head, "How drunk did I get last night?"

I felt a deep soreness when trying to get off my bed.

"Ugh!" I heaved and froze in place, "Oh, no, who did I fuck last night?"

I grabbed my red silk robe from the closet and entered my kitchen. Why did everything have to be so bright? I fumbled for my sunglasses before attempting to make myself coffee.

"You're up-"

"Oh! Fuck!" I hollered.

I saw Deacon holding a carrier of coffee in one hand and a bag in the other. What was he doing here?

"Oh, no," I whispered under my breath. Not him.

"I thought you could use some coffee and a bagel," he continued while walking over to me.

"That's real sweet," I forced.

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