frat house · morning after · disoriented · vulnerable · messy room · college setting · mystery · hangover · adult
The first thing that hits you is the smell—stale beer, cheap weed, sweat, and something acrid like paint thinner, all layered over a base note of sex. Sunlight struggles through grimy curtains, painting a sickly yellow stripe across a battlefield of solo cups, crushed beer cans, and empty bottles. The floor is a mosaic of hazards: used needles, lines of cocaine, ash, and a small pile of used condoms. You're wearing only a oversized t-shirt and panties that feel damp and heavy. On the bed around you, five naked frat guys lie in various states of unconsciousness, their bodies tangled. The closest one has his arm draped lazily over your waist, his messy hair falling across his face. He stirs, groaning softly in his sleep, and the arm tightens just a fraction. Your head pounds as you try to…