Post by DiOGee on Dec 15, 2023 16:26:12 GMT -5
This. This right here was exactly why I didn’t drink much. Not that I’d had much of a choice once I made it to Vegas, considering the price of entry seemed to be a shot every 30 minutes, or that’s what Cyn led me to believe, and boy was I feeling every one of those shots. My head spun, and even with the curtains drawn in the room, it still felt like there was a light somewhere that was trying its best to bore into my skull through my eyelids. Sliding my arm under the fluffy white pillow beneath my head, I gave a soft sigh as I located a cool spot to move my fingers over. It had ever been a self-soothing trait, tracing my fingers over the cool covers and letting them slide between my fingers…
Covers. Pillow.
My eyes opened with alarm about the same time as I felt movement beside me.
Oh god.
Despite the sleep I’d apparently gotten, the inebriation from the night before had clung to me even on waking, but now the fog was slowly lifting. Well, somewhat anyway.
Where was I? What bed was I in, maybe the better question was WHOSE bed was I in, and… why was I naked?? I felt the cool air against my bare back, but I didn’t want to grab the covers and roll up in them in case whoever it was was awake. I wasn’t ready to have this conversation, whatever the conversation might be, I just…
I exhaled forcefully but quietly, keeping my movements slow and my breathing even so he’d think I was still asleep, and then… I pinched myself. Hard. Biting my bottom lip, I released the painful grip but, to my chagrin, I didn’t wake up.
It’s okay, I thought to myself. I’m an adult, I can handle this. And then I did the most adult thing I could think of. I clenched my eyes shut and wished for it all to go away. How long does it take a wish like that to work, you might ask? No idea, because it didn’t work.
Panic filled me as I hurriedly tried to piece together the events of last night. I’d been pissed off and worried about my Bestie. Here he was out in Vegas weeks after getting stabbed, hoping to get information from some no doubt shady source. I knew all about how seeking information from strangers could turn out badly, and so even though I’d said I wasn’t gonna, I ended up on a plane to Las Vegas, to attempt to be the voice of reason among the way too unreasonable.
And then shots happened. Lots of them. And Knox insisted I try moonshine… then… nothing. How could I remember nothing??!!
Oh god, he’s moving again. He? Maybe it’s a she, that’s never been my preference before but apparently I’m trying new things like one night stands… nope, definitely a he judging by the sounds he was making. Did he know who I was or was he just as confused as me? How the hell did this even happen, why would Cashe and Knox and Cyn let this happen?!
Sensing him coming around the bed, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, trying to feign sleep. Maybe he’d get his stuff and just go. Did I want him to do that though? To always wonder who I’d made such a colossal mistake with? I chanced a peek, cracking open my eyes to try to get a glimpse of who had so recently been lying beside me, but unless I turned my head, there was nothing.
I huffed inwardly at myself, annoyed. We were both adults here, we could at least have a conversation after… well. After whatever it was we’d done.
And then the jerkface snatched the blanket off me.
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I felt like I had been in a car accident. My eyes gave me a burn as I let them lift open only to see a bright white pillow under my head. Faced buried into it with a slight wet spot, no doubt from where I had drooled. I think initially I thought I was back in the hospital. The pillow was my only comfort but I wasn't even sure where I was.
I had an itch on my left calf. Lifting my right leg to scratch it with my toes, I bumped into something next to me. About the same time I adjusted, I felt the lack of fabric on my body. I was naked? Trying to make that first lift of my head, a thundering rumble rolled through my temples. A headache turned on like someone hit a light switch. I couldn't find the strength to even speak. Turning as best as I could, I faced the other side of the bed. I wasn't alone.
I could only see part of her. The sliding range that goes from her side to her hip and over the side of her butt cheek. Who was she? Trying to recall what I could remember, what had happened the night before. Only thing I remember clearly was Knox wanted to go Elvis Hunting. Cyn kept feeding me shots.. She made it a challenge. Was this Cyn again? Damnit.
I could feel myself getting clear headed. Finding my strength, I was able to get up. The only thing that covered my naked flesh was the tattoos on my body. Thankfully it wasn't cold. Looking around, I couldn't find my clothes. I couldn't even see my phone. “Got pretty wild huh?” I whispered, not wanting to wake who I figured it was under the blanket.
The room was a mess. Towels on the floor, pillows that looked like they belonged in the living area. I found that my clothes were scattered all over the room like they had been flung around at random. A sock was hanging from a painting on the wall. I probably stared at that for a few seconds too long.. It was almost adding to the painting, what can I say!
As I was reaching down to grab my shirt next to the bed, I glanced up at the bed. I couldn't see her face but her hair, I could see her hair.. It wasn't Cynara. She wasn't a blonde..
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Grabbing for the blanket, it was the same color of bright white that the pillows were. Amazing quality if you liked that kind of thing. “Hey, wake up.. It's time to go!” He demanded as he ripped the blanket off his company. She snapped up, she looked like she had an equally bad hangover. She was stark naked and looking back at her was a wide-eyed Jason Cashe..
“What the hell?! Why are you naked?”
“Jason?! Why are YOU naked?!” Her voice carried a shrill as the horror set in. Cashe scurries back and grabs for the blanket that he had let fall to the floor.
“Ohhh noo.. We didn't?! Awwww damn.. No!” He said with a newfound disturbance to his voice as they both started to realize what must have happened.
Sloane Taylor. His best friend. She leaped from the bed in all her naked glory and Cashe was looking but he was painted with the look of horror as she reached at him. “Give me the blanket, Jason!” She pulled at it.
“No, I need it!” He countered her claim. She took half of it and covered herself. As if both could sense being covered in the same blanket, they began tugging at it to take claim over it.
“Find something else!” Sloane called as she tried to turn and walk away, pulling it with her.
“No, you!”
“Here!” Sloane grabs a pillow from the bed. The one she had been using and chucks it at Cashe. He catches the pillow and launches it back at her, it connects and knocks her back onto the bed.
“Ohhh Poop!” He laughs. “My bad! Reflexes yo!” Even in his weak attempt at an apology, Cashe pulls the blanket and gets it free of her once again. “Gaaaawd damn..” He had a sudden pause to him as she roared up from the bed and dove at him.
“Give me the blanket!!” She pounced and pulled. Slapped him a few times in the head and finally, he broke and gave up. She stumbled back as she took hold of the blanket and wrapped herself up with it. Now Cashe was just standing in the buff. He didn't seem to mind.. “Can you please cover up now?”
“Can you please tell me why we are waking up ‘bucket nekked’ in bed together?” He was nodding in quick up and downs. “Can you tell me that? Huh? Huh? Because I haven't the slightest clue!”
You could see that she gave it some thought. Her head is still cloudy from the night before.
“I don't know! Where is Cynara? Knox? All I remember is that we were all drinking…”
“This!? This is more than drinking!” A look on his face, Cashe tried to create a different narrative. “Maybe we just got really hot and got naked to cool down?”
From the look of Sloane’s eyes and where they were looking, there was no chance of that being the case. “I think we both could use a shower…”
“You got the blanket, I get the bathroom first!!”
Turning away from her, Cashe was headed to the bathroom. Sloane shouted as she waddled after him, wrapped in the blanket. “Nooo!” As he turned back to face her, Sloane smashed the blanket into his face.
“What the fuc–” Cashe muttered as he threw the blanket off to his side. Sloane trotted away in a hurry before ducking into the bathroom and shutting the door.
Cashe was smiling.
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As soon as the bathroom door closed, I leaned my back against it, letting my head fall back to hit the wood with a groan. I didn’t bother with the lock, was pretty sure Cashe wouldn’t be barging in on me. I think we’d had about enough of each other just in those last few minutes but… I let out another groan as I started to consider the implications.
I’d woken up in bed with my best friend. And not just woken up in bed with him, been naked in bed with him, and while neither of us seemed to remember how we ended up there in that way… I groaned again, the only sound I seemed more than capable of making at the moment. I still had hopes that this was just a dream, but they were quickly fading.
And since it wasn’t… I needed to figure out just what the hell happened last night.
Quickly turning the shower on, I let the room steam a bit as I paced, my brow furrowed, trying to retrace my steps. My arrival in Vegas had been a surprise to the Bestie, who had, in fact, been white girl wasted when I got there, a condition that both amused and annoyed me. Here he was supposedly making himself available for his fan that wasn’t a fan, supposedly getting information from a sketchy source and he’d gone off and gotten messed up?
I’d had every intention of giving him a piece of my mind, even though I knew it wouldn’t do much, and if it did… did I really want to bring him down when he was having a good time? No. Not really.
So I’d joined in the festivities, with the caveat that I was the responsible one and was going to try to keep everyone else out of trouble. But somewhere, that got lost in translation with Knox and Cyn, and even Cashe.
I could remember Knox making a joke that if he saw a cowboy hat, he was superkicking it off like he had the last time we’d been in Vegas together. I could remember… midgets? I frowned, trying to work out if that memory was real or part of a drunken dream, but knowing Cashe? It was real. And then the last thing I remembered was a laughing Cashe throwing casino chips in the air. It had seemed as though they hung suspended in time for a moment before crashing down.
Kinda how I felt now if I was being honest with myself.
Knowing he’d want a shower too, I quickly stepped inside, letting the hot water scald my skin, and even as I soaped my body, running my hands over water-slick curves, I couldn’t help but think… he’d been doing something similar not long ago. My face flushed and I quickly changed the mental subject, wondering how long we’d been out.
Within minutes I was out of the shower and drying off, pulling my damp hair up into a messy bun on top of my head.
And then a flash of gold caught my eye. I glanced down at my left hand with a frown, staring at the ring that sat on my ring finger, a gaudy pair of dice embellishing it.
And then I screamed.
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“THERE IS A LOGICAL EXPLANATION!”
Yelling because I knew these Hotels were pretty soundproof. I didn't believe in logical explanations in situations like this. It's been months since I’ve been laid. I was drunk, probably high and yeaaaah.. “Damnit..” Still holding the blanket that Sloane had thrown at me so she could get the bathroom first. I tossed it to the ground. I was alone.. Why can't I be naked? Getting a sense of things, I was sure of two things.
We most definitely had sex and I don't remember it. I wasn't sure which bugged me most if I was being honest. Guilt and the concern of how things might change now all because I slept with my Best Friend.. Heading into the living area. I snatched up my pants and shirt, pulling the latter over my head and letting it fall over my upper body. This was my Winnie the Pooh look and apparently I got the honey. I laughed. “Some boooshit..”
Stopping to put a leg into my pants and slipped them on. No longer indisposed, I wanted to find my phone and get some answers. As I looked around I found myself letting my curious mind wonder.
Was it any good?
Did she…?
“There it is!” My phone came into view. On the arm of one of the couches. Sliding screens around and clicking icons, I find that I have a few missed calls. A handful of texts and I wasn't even trying to check Twitter. I refuse to call it X. Deal with it. One of the texts catches my attention, I read it outloud hoping it makes more sense being heard. “Congratulations?” Did I win big at the tables?! What am I being congratulated for? Knox sent the text and as I went all thumbs to type on the keyboard in order to respond, I heard and felt a clanking against the phone. I looked at my left hand, my ring finger was occupied. “Son of a bitc–”
Screaming from inside the bathroom tore every fiber of attention I could give away from what I discovered on my hand. Was Sloane in trouble I asked myself as I sprinted towards her screams.
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Even before he could reach the bathroom door, with every intention of shouldering into the door, Cashe never got the chance. The door tore open and the face of Sloane Taylor told Cashe that she wasn't in trouble but he might be. She was dressed, but it wasn't her clothes that were on display. Her left hand was held out showing the same ring Cashe had found on his own hand. It was even on the same finger.
“What did you do?!” She growls at him with a lot of expression in her eyebrows.
“I didn't do anything!” Cashe shouted with a grin. “I don't think so anyway.. I can't remember!”
Immediately, she notices the ring on his finger and points at it. “You have one too!!” Scoffing as her arms fling up and fall in disbelief. “Did we..? Oh my Gawd!!”
“Well we certainly consummated something last night..”
You could tell she played football, star Wide Receiver for the New York Pride, her stiff arm was on point as it tilts Cashe back a step. He was partially entertained at her being so annoyed. Storming off towards the living area, Sloane leaves the bedroom behind. Cashe follows after her because there was a mystery on their hands.
“Maybe we won something..” Cashe blurts out remembering his text from Knox. Sloane stops and turns to face him to get more details.
“What?” The idea wasn't registering. He couldn't remember either and had hoped maybe she would. That wasn't the case. “What did we win?”
Shrugging. “I don't know..” Pulling his phone out from his pocket, he holds it up before opening up his texts and reading to her what Knox had sent him. “Knox said Congratulations.” Again, he shrugs. “That's all he said..” Wanting to connect the dots, Cashe came to a conclusion. “So we got these rings winning something!”
“Like what?”
“It's Vegas!” Clapping his hands together. “Maybe we won a dance competition? I’ve been known to have a meaaaan electric slide!”
Despite everything, she laughed. He took in the moment and felt like maybe this mistake wouldn't ruin their friendship. Deep down, that was his biggest concern. “I don't think we won a dance contest.”
“Maybe we robbed a pawn shop and this is all we stole..” That was a far-fetched idea but it kept her smile a few moments longer. Her eyes fall to Cashe’s phone and she remembers wanting to find hers.
“I’m calling Cyn. She knows what happened and she is going to tell me everything!”
Sloane starts searching for her phone and while Cashe should have helped, the mention of Cyn had put him in a frozen state. Upon noticing him staring off into space, Sloane questions it. “What are you doing?”
“Cyn?” The one syllable word came out so long and drawn out.
“What about h–” Sloane remembered as if a light switch had been flipped. Now she froze in a state of a long stare. Cashe slept with Cyn as well.. Sloane’s Sister. Half Sister but still.
“Am I a bad person?”
“Probably..” There was no hesitation. Cashe looked like he was looking out of the wall of windows that overlooked the city. Gorgeous view but he wasn't really seeing it. He was lost in thought. Sloane was looking in the opposite direction. In the area near the front doors of the hotel suite. “I think this makes us both bad people..”
“That's boooshit!” Shaking out of his daze, Cashe disapproves of her statement. “You weren't even supposed to be here!”
“And yet here we are..” Sloane replied a touch bitterly.
Cashe tries pulling the ring off. It won't budge and for a moment, it seems like Cashe was about to go to an extreme to remove it as he shoved his finger into his mouth with his teeth exposed. Ready to bite down, he stops himself as he sees that Sloane is crying. “Hey..”
Spotting her phone, Sloane doesn't respond to Cashe. She gets into her phone and goes through all of her own missed messages and calls. “My Dad called ten times..”
“Everything ok?” Feeling the awkwardness in the room as he says it, he clarifies. “I mean other than what happened here?”
She ignores him. Calling her voice mail, Sloane turns away from Cashe altogether as she puts the phone to her ear. Not sure what he should do.. Cashe steps closer to her. She was his best friend, he did care about her. So much so he wanted to place distance and not invite her to Vegas so that his ‘Fan’ wouldn't look at her any longer.
Before he can reach out for her, Sloane gasps. “What's wrong?” He places a hand to her shoulder and turns her to face him. Her cheeks were covered in tears, her eyes swollen from the crying. Everything was hitting her but the voicemail she was hearing seemed to be the tip of the iceberg. Hanging up her phone, she abruptly heads for the front door.
“Someone broke into my apartment!” She sprints and gets to the door. Next to it was a stand with a few plants on it. Between the two plants was a sheet of paper. Sloane picks it up and snorts a cry before flinging it. “What else can go wrong?!” Pulling the door open, she leaves in a hurry.
“Heeeey!” Cashe goes after her but stops to pick up the piece of paper she had looked at before she left. Cashe gasps.
“Married?”
Covers. Pillow.
My eyes opened with alarm about the same time as I felt movement beside me.
Oh god.
Despite the sleep I’d apparently gotten, the inebriation from the night before had clung to me even on waking, but now the fog was slowly lifting. Well, somewhat anyway.
Where was I? What bed was I in, maybe the better question was WHOSE bed was I in, and… why was I naked?? I felt the cool air against my bare back, but I didn’t want to grab the covers and roll up in them in case whoever it was was awake. I wasn’t ready to have this conversation, whatever the conversation might be, I just…
I exhaled forcefully but quietly, keeping my movements slow and my breathing even so he’d think I was still asleep, and then… I pinched myself. Hard. Biting my bottom lip, I released the painful grip but, to my chagrin, I didn’t wake up.
It’s okay, I thought to myself. I’m an adult, I can handle this. And then I did the most adult thing I could think of. I clenched my eyes shut and wished for it all to go away. How long does it take a wish like that to work, you might ask? No idea, because it didn’t work.
Panic filled me as I hurriedly tried to piece together the events of last night. I’d been pissed off and worried about my Bestie. Here he was out in Vegas weeks after getting stabbed, hoping to get information from some no doubt shady source. I knew all about how seeking information from strangers could turn out badly, and so even though I’d said I wasn’t gonna, I ended up on a plane to Las Vegas, to attempt to be the voice of reason among the way too unreasonable.
And then shots happened. Lots of them. And Knox insisted I try moonshine… then… nothing. How could I remember nothing??!!
Oh god, he’s moving again. He? Maybe it’s a she, that’s never been my preference before but apparently I’m trying new things like one night stands… nope, definitely a he judging by the sounds he was making. Did he know who I was or was he just as confused as me? How the hell did this even happen, why would Cashe and Knox and Cyn let this happen?!
Sensing him coming around the bed, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, trying to feign sleep. Maybe he’d get his stuff and just go. Did I want him to do that though? To always wonder who I’d made such a colossal mistake with? I chanced a peek, cracking open my eyes to try to get a glimpse of who had so recently been lying beside me, but unless I turned my head, there was nothing.
I huffed inwardly at myself, annoyed. We were both adults here, we could at least have a conversation after… well. After whatever it was we’d done.
And then the jerkface snatched the blanket off me.
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I felt like I had been in a car accident. My eyes gave me a burn as I let them lift open only to see a bright white pillow under my head. Faced buried into it with a slight wet spot, no doubt from where I had drooled. I think initially I thought I was back in the hospital. The pillow was my only comfort but I wasn't even sure where I was.
I had an itch on my left calf. Lifting my right leg to scratch it with my toes, I bumped into something next to me. About the same time I adjusted, I felt the lack of fabric on my body. I was naked? Trying to make that first lift of my head, a thundering rumble rolled through my temples. A headache turned on like someone hit a light switch. I couldn't find the strength to even speak. Turning as best as I could, I faced the other side of the bed. I wasn't alone.
I could only see part of her. The sliding range that goes from her side to her hip and over the side of her butt cheek. Who was she? Trying to recall what I could remember, what had happened the night before. Only thing I remember clearly was Knox wanted to go Elvis Hunting. Cyn kept feeding me shots.. She made it a challenge. Was this Cyn again? Damnit.
I could feel myself getting clear headed. Finding my strength, I was able to get up. The only thing that covered my naked flesh was the tattoos on my body. Thankfully it wasn't cold. Looking around, I couldn't find my clothes. I couldn't even see my phone. “Got pretty wild huh?” I whispered, not wanting to wake who I figured it was under the blanket.
The room was a mess. Towels on the floor, pillows that looked like they belonged in the living area. I found that my clothes were scattered all over the room like they had been flung around at random. A sock was hanging from a painting on the wall. I probably stared at that for a few seconds too long.. It was almost adding to the painting, what can I say!
As I was reaching down to grab my shirt next to the bed, I glanced up at the bed. I couldn't see her face but her hair, I could see her hair.. It wasn't Cynara. She wasn't a blonde..
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Grabbing for the blanket, it was the same color of bright white that the pillows were. Amazing quality if you liked that kind of thing. “Hey, wake up.. It's time to go!” He demanded as he ripped the blanket off his company. She snapped up, she looked like she had an equally bad hangover. She was stark naked and looking back at her was a wide-eyed Jason Cashe..
“What the hell?! Why are you naked?”
“Jason?! Why are YOU naked?!” Her voice carried a shrill as the horror set in. Cashe scurries back and grabs for the blanket that he had let fall to the floor.
“Ohhh noo.. We didn't?! Awwww damn.. No!” He said with a newfound disturbance to his voice as they both started to realize what must have happened.
Sloane Taylor. His best friend. She leaped from the bed in all her naked glory and Cashe was looking but he was painted with the look of horror as she reached at him. “Give me the blanket, Jason!” She pulled at it.
“No, I need it!” He countered her claim. She took half of it and covered herself. As if both could sense being covered in the same blanket, they began tugging at it to take claim over it.
“Find something else!” Sloane called as she tried to turn and walk away, pulling it with her.
“No, you!”
“Here!” Sloane grabs a pillow from the bed. The one she had been using and chucks it at Cashe. He catches the pillow and launches it back at her, it connects and knocks her back onto the bed.
“Ohhh Poop!” He laughs. “My bad! Reflexes yo!” Even in his weak attempt at an apology, Cashe pulls the blanket and gets it free of her once again. “Gaaaawd damn..” He had a sudden pause to him as she roared up from the bed and dove at him.
“Give me the blanket!!” She pounced and pulled. Slapped him a few times in the head and finally, he broke and gave up. She stumbled back as she took hold of the blanket and wrapped herself up with it. Now Cashe was just standing in the buff. He didn't seem to mind.. “Can you please cover up now?”
“Can you please tell me why we are waking up ‘bucket nekked’ in bed together?” He was nodding in quick up and downs. “Can you tell me that? Huh? Huh? Because I haven't the slightest clue!”
You could see that she gave it some thought. Her head is still cloudy from the night before.
“I don't know! Where is Cynara? Knox? All I remember is that we were all drinking…”
“This!? This is more than drinking!” A look on his face, Cashe tried to create a different narrative. “Maybe we just got really hot and got naked to cool down?”
From the look of Sloane’s eyes and where they were looking, there was no chance of that being the case. “I think we both could use a shower…”
“You got the blanket, I get the bathroom first!!”
Turning away from her, Cashe was headed to the bathroom. Sloane shouted as she waddled after him, wrapped in the blanket. “Nooo!” As he turned back to face her, Sloane smashed the blanket into his face.
“What the fuc–” Cashe muttered as he threw the blanket off to his side. Sloane trotted away in a hurry before ducking into the bathroom and shutting the door.
Cashe was smiling.
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As soon as the bathroom door closed, I leaned my back against it, letting my head fall back to hit the wood with a groan. I didn’t bother with the lock, was pretty sure Cashe wouldn’t be barging in on me. I think we’d had about enough of each other just in those last few minutes but… I let out another groan as I started to consider the implications.
I’d woken up in bed with my best friend. And not just woken up in bed with him, been naked in bed with him, and while neither of us seemed to remember how we ended up there in that way… I groaned again, the only sound I seemed more than capable of making at the moment. I still had hopes that this was just a dream, but they were quickly fading.
And since it wasn’t… I needed to figure out just what the hell happened last night.
Quickly turning the shower on, I let the room steam a bit as I paced, my brow furrowed, trying to retrace my steps. My arrival in Vegas had been a surprise to the Bestie, who had, in fact, been white girl wasted when I got there, a condition that both amused and annoyed me. Here he was supposedly making himself available for his fan that wasn’t a fan, supposedly getting information from a sketchy source and he’d gone off and gotten messed up?
I’d had every intention of giving him a piece of my mind, even though I knew it wouldn’t do much, and if it did… did I really want to bring him down when he was having a good time? No. Not really.
So I’d joined in the festivities, with the caveat that I was the responsible one and was going to try to keep everyone else out of trouble. But somewhere, that got lost in translation with Knox and Cyn, and even Cashe.
I could remember Knox making a joke that if he saw a cowboy hat, he was superkicking it off like he had the last time we’d been in Vegas together. I could remember… midgets? I frowned, trying to work out if that memory was real or part of a drunken dream, but knowing Cashe? It was real. And then the last thing I remembered was a laughing Cashe throwing casino chips in the air. It had seemed as though they hung suspended in time for a moment before crashing down.
Kinda how I felt now if I was being honest with myself.
Knowing he’d want a shower too, I quickly stepped inside, letting the hot water scald my skin, and even as I soaped my body, running my hands over water-slick curves, I couldn’t help but think… he’d been doing something similar not long ago. My face flushed and I quickly changed the mental subject, wondering how long we’d been out.
Within minutes I was out of the shower and drying off, pulling my damp hair up into a messy bun on top of my head.
And then a flash of gold caught my eye. I glanced down at my left hand with a frown, staring at the ring that sat on my ring finger, a gaudy pair of dice embellishing it.
And then I screamed.
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“THERE IS A LOGICAL EXPLANATION!”
Yelling because I knew these Hotels were pretty soundproof. I didn't believe in logical explanations in situations like this. It's been months since I’ve been laid. I was drunk, probably high and yeaaaah.. “Damnit..” Still holding the blanket that Sloane had thrown at me so she could get the bathroom first. I tossed it to the ground. I was alone.. Why can't I be naked? Getting a sense of things, I was sure of two things.
We most definitely had sex and I don't remember it. I wasn't sure which bugged me most if I was being honest. Guilt and the concern of how things might change now all because I slept with my Best Friend.. Heading into the living area. I snatched up my pants and shirt, pulling the latter over my head and letting it fall over my upper body. This was my Winnie the Pooh look and apparently I got the honey. I laughed. “Some boooshit..”
Stopping to put a leg into my pants and slipped them on. No longer indisposed, I wanted to find my phone and get some answers. As I looked around I found myself letting my curious mind wonder.
Was it any good?
Did she…?
“There it is!” My phone came into view. On the arm of one of the couches. Sliding screens around and clicking icons, I find that I have a few missed calls. A handful of texts and I wasn't even trying to check Twitter. I refuse to call it X. Deal with it. One of the texts catches my attention, I read it outloud hoping it makes more sense being heard. “Congratulations?” Did I win big at the tables?! What am I being congratulated for? Knox sent the text and as I went all thumbs to type on the keyboard in order to respond, I heard and felt a clanking against the phone. I looked at my left hand, my ring finger was occupied. “Son of a bitc–”
Screaming from inside the bathroom tore every fiber of attention I could give away from what I discovered on my hand. Was Sloane in trouble I asked myself as I sprinted towards her screams.
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Even before he could reach the bathroom door, with every intention of shouldering into the door, Cashe never got the chance. The door tore open and the face of Sloane Taylor told Cashe that she wasn't in trouble but he might be. She was dressed, but it wasn't her clothes that were on display. Her left hand was held out showing the same ring Cashe had found on his own hand. It was even on the same finger.
“What did you do?!” She growls at him with a lot of expression in her eyebrows.
“I didn't do anything!” Cashe shouted with a grin. “I don't think so anyway.. I can't remember!”
Immediately, she notices the ring on his finger and points at it. “You have one too!!” Scoffing as her arms fling up and fall in disbelief. “Did we..? Oh my Gawd!!”
“Well we certainly consummated something last night..”
You could tell she played football, star Wide Receiver for the New York Pride, her stiff arm was on point as it tilts Cashe back a step. He was partially entertained at her being so annoyed. Storming off towards the living area, Sloane leaves the bedroom behind. Cashe follows after her because there was a mystery on their hands.
“Maybe we won something..” Cashe blurts out remembering his text from Knox. Sloane stops and turns to face him to get more details.
“What?” The idea wasn't registering. He couldn't remember either and had hoped maybe she would. That wasn't the case. “What did we win?”
Shrugging. “I don't know..” Pulling his phone out from his pocket, he holds it up before opening up his texts and reading to her what Knox had sent him. “Knox said Congratulations.” Again, he shrugs. “That's all he said..” Wanting to connect the dots, Cashe came to a conclusion. “So we got these rings winning something!”
“Like what?”
“It's Vegas!” Clapping his hands together. “Maybe we won a dance competition? I’ve been known to have a meaaaan electric slide!”
Despite everything, she laughed. He took in the moment and felt like maybe this mistake wouldn't ruin their friendship. Deep down, that was his biggest concern. “I don't think we won a dance contest.”
“Maybe we robbed a pawn shop and this is all we stole..” That was a far-fetched idea but it kept her smile a few moments longer. Her eyes fall to Cashe’s phone and she remembers wanting to find hers.
“I’m calling Cyn. She knows what happened and she is going to tell me everything!”
Sloane starts searching for her phone and while Cashe should have helped, the mention of Cyn had put him in a frozen state. Upon noticing him staring off into space, Sloane questions it. “What are you doing?”
“Cyn?” The one syllable word came out so long and drawn out.
“What about h–” Sloane remembered as if a light switch had been flipped. Now she froze in a state of a long stare. Cashe slept with Cyn as well.. Sloane’s Sister. Half Sister but still.
“Am I a bad person?”
“Probably..” There was no hesitation. Cashe looked like he was looking out of the wall of windows that overlooked the city. Gorgeous view but he wasn't really seeing it. He was lost in thought. Sloane was looking in the opposite direction. In the area near the front doors of the hotel suite. “I think this makes us both bad people..”
“That's boooshit!” Shaking out of his daze, Cashe disapproves of her statement. “You weren't even supposed to be here!”
“And yet here we are..” Sloane replied a touch bitterly.
Cashe tries pulling the ring off. It won't budge and for a moment, it seems like Cashe was about to go to an extreme to remove it as he shoved his finger into his mouth with his teeth exposed. Ready to bite down, he stops himself as he sees that Sloane is crying. “Hey..”
Spotting her phone, Sloane doesn't respond to Cashe. She gets into her phone and goes through all of her own missed messages and calls. “My Dad called ten times..”
“Everything ok?” Feeling the awkwardness in the room as he says it, he clarifies. “I mean other than what happened here?”
She ignores him. Calling her voice mail, Sloane turns away from Cashe altogether as she puts the phone to her ear. Not sure what he should do.. Cashe steps closer to her. She was his best friend, he did care about her. So much so he wanted to place distance and not invite her to Vegas so that his ‘Fan’ wouldn't look at her any longer.
Before he can reach out for her, Sloane gasps. “What's wrong?” He places a hand to her shoulder and turns her to face him. Her cheeks were covered in tears, her eyes swollen from the crying. Everything was hitting her but the voicemail she was hearing seemed to be the tip of the iceberg. Hanging up her phone, she abruptly heads for the front door.
“Someone broke into my apartment!” She sprints and gets to the door. Next to it was a stand with a few plants on it. Between the two plants was a sheet of paper. Sloane picks it up and snorts a cry before flinging it. “What else can go wrong?!” Pulling the door open, she leaves in a hurry.
“Heeeey!” Cashe goes after her but stops to pick up the piece of paper she had looked at before she left. Cashe gasps.
“Married?”
