Tina Kennard 

A terrible headache wakes me up. I open my eyes, but the light is more than I can bear.  I quickly open them again, tough, as I don’t recognise where I am.

I’m lying on a couch, in a room I don’t know. I’m sure I’ve never been here before. I look around and see a large kitchen behind a low wall.

“Hi,” I hear a familiar voice. My heart jumps to my chest. I moan and let my head fall back, I’m probably dreaming and I so not want to wake up.

“Are you alright?” the voice asks. I look up and see Bette sitting in a chair with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Any chance I can get one of those?” I ask, pointing at the delicious smelling coffee in her hand.

“Sure,” she smiles. “Just a minute.”

She disappears into the kitchen and I fall back again. I try to remember what happened last night. I picked Bette up and she was very good looking. A goofy smile appears on my face. She was véry good looking. I also remembered meeting a guy, but his name… no, that slipped my mind over the night. I must have drunk very much. I didn’t really know what I have done.

Fuck. What [i]have[/i] I done? Bette comes back in with a damping cup of coffee in her hand. How did I end up here?

She gives me the cup and I sit up, sipping from it. I close my eyes, enjoying the cup. I know I have to ask her what has happened, but what if I don’t want to hear the answer?

As if she can read my mind, she says:  “Nothing happened last night. You got very drunk, but there was this guy, Gary, and he took care of you. He couldn’t stand to see you in the state you were in any longer – believe me, it was pretty bad. So he decided he’d bring you home. I suggested to take you here, I gather your mom wouldn’t like you coming home that drunk. I took your cellphone – sorry for that – and texted you stayed with me and you’d explain later. So now I’m thinking of something we can use as an excuse for you not going home after the party.”