The Next Morning
The night had gone wonderfully. Lindsey and I literally danced the night away. A good bit of alcohol was involved in the dancing as well. I actually can't remember the last time I had so much fun. Of course, things start to get a little hazy around one in the morning or so. Alcohol has the bad habit of doing that as well. The last thing I remember clearly is making out with Lindsey in the corner of the bar, and the next thing that is clear is the splitting headache that wakes me up in the morning.
I open up one of my eyes, quickly realizing that I'm not in my home. The ceiling isn't familiar. Of course, if I'm not in my home, that only leads me to believe that I can only be in one other home. Rolling my head slightly to one side (my head hurts too bad to do much more than that), I see Lindsey sleeping next to me. Not exactly shocking, considering how we were going last night. I do remember him refusing to let me drive myself home last night, which part of me thinks might have just been an excuse to get me to come with him. Not that I can complain all that much. Definitely could have woken up in worse places than here.
((Open to Lindsey))
I open up one of my eyes, quickly realizing that I'm not in my home. The ceiling isn't familiar. Of course, if I'm not in my home, that only leads me to believe that I can only be in one other home. Rolling my head slightly to one side (my head hurts too bad to do much more than that), I see Lindsey sleeping next to me. Not exactly shocking, considering how we were going last night. I do remember him refusing to let me drive myself home last night, which part of me thinks might have just been an excuse to get me to come with him. Not that I can complain all that much. Definitely could have woken up in worse places than here.
((Open to Lindsey))