Party-calypse

Story story writing prompt: Aftermath (248 words)

Trigger warning – implied drunk sex

‘I am never touching Gin again.’

Waking up was the first of many things I would regret that morning.  I had one of those “cat stomping around the house with hiking boots on” hangovers.

Not recognizing where I was, I glanced out the window. Unfortunately, the curtains being drawn all the way open so the sun could stream in, further exacerbating my hangover, would be my next regret.  With bleary eyes, I could see the Las Vegas Strip beyond the double-pane glass.

‘How the Hell did I wind up in Vegas when the work holiday party I attended last night was in Los Angeles?’

My next regret was that I was naked next to a lump that assumed the profile of a body under the covers.  When it stirred, at least I didn’t have to worry about explaining a dead body in my bed to the police, to further add to my growing list of regrets.

A groan that morphed into a hum of contentment came from beneath the covers.  “Oh, Jeremy, had I known you were such a tiger, I would have asked you out on a date months ago,” the female voice croaked, as she pulled the covers down and away from her raccoonish make-up smeared face.

‘Oh shit, I fucked my boss.’

Then my eyes caught sight of the wedding band on my left hand.

‘Oh fuck, I married my boss.’

I was going to have a hard time explaining this to my boyfriend, Juan.