Challenge #11: Random Madness
Title: Slipped
Word Count: 403
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): Possible Mary/Dan
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Adult themes
Summary:Mary wakes up alone in a strange bed. She attempts to unravel what happened the night before.
Sentence: Miss Challoner awoke with a long sigh and lay for a moment with her eyes still closed. (Devil's Cub - Georgette Heyer)
Sentence included? Y/N: Y
Mary awoke with a long sigh and lay for a moment with her eyes still closed. The mattress beneath her felt lumpy, and blankets pulled up to her chin were scratchy. It didn't feel like her own bed.
Her eyes flew open. Above her spun a ceiling fan, and the walls were painted a bright yellow that burned the back of her retinas. She closed her eyes again and put her hands over her face. And then, there it was--the pounding of a massive headache. She lay there still, straining to remember what had happened the night before. It came back to her in sparse patches. She remembered something about a private room in a club and a guy...
Wait, a guy? He had black hair and a distinctive look that Mary couldn't forget. What happened then?
She didn't have to wonder long, because the door creaked open and the guy stood there with a tray. She eyed him skeptically when he walked to her bed and sat down on the edge, holding the tray out to her. There was a cup of tea and a bowl of what looked like oatmeal with cinnamon in it.
Mary sat up, still holding her head and strained to remember his name. "Do you have any aspirin?" she asked, her voice creaking from sleep. She attempted to take the tray but it wobbled a little. "Also, what happened?"
"Some asshole from the bar tried to put a date rape drug in your drink. Either that or you drank about ten shots behind my back..."
When she looked into his eyes, his name came back to her. Dan. That was it. "No, I think I only had two. That I can remember, anyway."
He stood up from the bed. "I'll go get that aspirin."
He left the room and Mary sat there, staring down at her oatmeal. She picked up the tea and took a small sip. She wasn't sure if she could trust Dan. After all, she didn't really know him that way, having just met her last night. He could be lying when he knew that it was really him who had slipped something in her drink.
Dan returned with two pills in his hand and a small glass of water. "Don't worry," he said, as though reading her mind. "I was with you the whole time."
Unfortunately, this did little to allay her fears.
Word Count: 403
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): Possible Mary/Dan
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Adult themes
Summary:Mary wakes up alone in a strange bed. She attempts to unravel what happened the night before.
Sentence: Miss Challoner awoke with a long sigh and lay for a moment with her eyes still closed. (Devil's Cub - Georgette Heyer)
Sentence included? Y/N: Y
Mary awoke with a long sigh and lay for a moment with her eyes still closed. The mattress beneath her felt lumpy, and blankets pulled up to her chin were scratchy. It didn't feel like her own bed.
Her eyes flew open. Above her spun a ceiling fan, and the walls were painted a bright yellow that burned the back of her retinas. She closed her eyes again and put her hands over her face. And then, there it was--the pounding of a massive headache. She lay there still, straining to remember what had happened the night before. It came back to her in sparse patches. She remembered something about a private room in a club and a guy...
Wait, a guy? He had black hair and a distinctive look that Mary couldn't forget. What happened then?
She didn't have to wonder long, because the door creaked open and the guy stood there with a tray. She eyed him skeptically when he walked to her bed and sat down on the edge, holding the tray out to her. There was a cup of tea and a bowl of what looked like oatmeal with cinnamon in it.
Mary sat up, still holding her head and strained to remember his name. "Do you have any aspirin?" she asked, her voice creaking from sleep. She attempted to take the tray but it wobbled a little. "Also, what happened?"
"Some asshole from the bar tried to put a date rape drug in your drink. Either that or you drank about ten shots behind my back..."
When she looked into his eyes, his name came back to her. Dan. That was it. "No, I think I only had two. That I can remember, anyway."
He stood up from the bed. "I'll go get that aspirin."
He left the room and Mary sat there, staring down at her oatmeal. She picked up the tea and took a small sip. She wasn't sure if she could trust Dan. After all, she didn't really know him that way, having just met her last night. He could be lying when he knew that it was really him who had slipped something in her drink.
Dan returned with two pills in his hand and a small glass of water. "Don't worry," he said, as though reading her mind. "I was with you the whole time."
Unfortunately, this did little to allay her fears.