[M] SO LIVE YOUR LIFE ! Jul 29, 2011 11:04:57 GMT -5
Post by prospice1 on Jul 29, 2011 11:04:57 GMT -5
Henry wasn't exactly used to having someone else wake him up. Well, at least at present he wasn't. Waking up with someone yelling at him wasn't exactly pleasant either. He woke with a jolt, nearly falling off the edge of the bed in alarm, instantly aware of a blaring headache and the fact that he wasn't wearing any clothes. For a brief terrified moment his brain couldn't place exactly where he was, the scenery was so familiar and the situation so alien. Actually, he was having trouble processing a lot of things at the moment. A wave of nausea overcame him as he scrambled upward, against the bare wall where the headboard should have been. He was vaguely aware that it was a woman yelling at him, and for a crazy moment he thought it was his mother.
"What the hell?!" that was the single most coherent thought he had. The light streaming in from the single window was unnaturally bright even though it was interrupted by the barred shadows of the Venetian blinds. "What are you doing here?! How in the world.... ooooh." His puffy-eyed gaze had finally actually met hers, and he vaguely remembered last night. Vaguely. Which, he figured he didn't really want to know the details. He cast a frantic eye across the room, at the sheets, the floor, the open door. The disheveled mess of a living room through the door frame. He felt like he was going to puke. Not so much about the headache but about the thought of what had transgressed in his apartment. About how absolutely filthy he was, covered... his skin crawled.
For a few moments he didn't exactly understand what she was accusing him of. This was mostly because he was adjusting to the fact that a hot girl was standing there screaming at him and it was incredibly distracting... but still, ugh! In his apartment! then he realized what she was suggesting, and he wondered if she could actually be right.... he didn't think so. He must have been wasted out of his mind last night. She was sexy as hell though, how in the world had he managed that one? He wished he could remember. Suddenly, he was intensely uncomfortable, a wave of hot shame and general regret rising in his throat. "Well clearly this is not entirely my fault!" he shouted, with a fearful anger trembling in his voice, and looked as if he was about to continue but didn't, because he didn't even have words to describe the rush of questions and confusion that overcame him.