[i]What the fuck happened last night?[/i]

It was the first thought to run through Rob’s mind as the woke up, even before his eyes opened. As they did, the patterns lining the ceiling slowly faded away; a last remnant of the trip he had been on nearly all night. Slowly, painfully, Rob’s head rotated to the right, and fell face first into a pair of bare feet. He jerked back, so much so, he nearly fell off the bed.

As he tried to blink the last of the night away, his head raised up, trying to get a sense of where he was. On the bed, he laid with his head to the foot of the bed, his own legs wrapped underneath a girl’s head. Her own body was positioned to the foot of the beat. Both of them were naked. 

[i]Thats the photographer girl, right? Adrienne?[/i]

Looking down, Rob noticed [i]exactly[/i] what position he was in. Even this hungover, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to what had happened here. Everything else that night, however, he still needed to piece together.

He rolled off the bed, grabbing a pair of gym shorts laying on the floor. Based on the color, he assumed they were Austin’s, who lay of the floor, fully clothed, sleeping against Rob’s bag. For his own sake, he let Austin sleep, hoping he’d forget if he had seen…[i]anything[/i] happen last night. 

As Rob walked into the bathroom to piss, he saw Sam, hardly awake and laying in the empty bathtub. He tried to stutter out an apology, but Sam beat him to it. 

“I’m surprised it was [i]you[/i] that got fucked up,” he muttered, his voice with a considerable rasp. “I mean, I drank, but [i]holy shit[/i]—“

“You didn’t see..?” Rob asked, not wanting to finish his question. Thankfully, Sam shook his head.

“Me and Austin came in after. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we saw [i]your[/i] naked ass.”

Sam chuckled slightly as Rob suppressed his embarrassment.  “I lost the bet, so that’s why I’m here.” Before Rob could ask about the bet, Sam answered it for him: “I didn’t think you’d get laid.”

“I wish I didn’t.” Rob said. He crossed his arms across his bare chest. “I don’t remember a fucking thing.”

“Then forget it,” Sam said, sitting up. “We will if you will. For Jane’s sake, too. We saw her come up here last night, probably during your…anyways. She ran off sometime late last night. Haven’t seen her since. She was high off something. Probably shrooms.”

[i]Fuck,[/i] Rob thought to himself. He thanked Sam and told him to get ready to go, before taking his leak and leaving the room with his wallet, a pair of shorts, his phone, and nothing else. No point waking Austin up. He took one last look at the photographer girl, before leaving. She’d be fine. 

[hr]

Rob found Jane outside, laying on her longboard and passed out still. He had scanned a clock on the way out, and knew it was about time to leave. No point in even trying to go if their driver was this fucked up. Without bothering her, Rob made his way to the town a few blocks down, feeling the hot asphalt against his soles as he went. It wasn’t at bad as he had thought it’d be, and for a bit, it made sense Jane lived like this. 

He found a gas station first, and walked in, buying some small candies, fajitas, cigarettes, and Jane’s favorite chocolate bar, before crossing the street to the coffeeshop. The owners gave him a look as he entered, and pointed to a sign before he had gotten to the register: [b]No shirt, no shoes, no service.[/b]

Rob frowned. “Fuck off,” he said as light as possible, “I’m leaving anyways.” He ordered two lattes and quickly left as soon as they handed it to him. 

On the walk back, he opened Spotify and played one of his favorite songs to walk to: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rA-i4ti2OQI]Gorillaz - Last Living Souls.[/url] It wasn’t a song he normally listened to, but as the beat played out and cars passed him, Rob couldn’t help but sing the lyrics: 

[i]Can you take us in?
The part that coming on,
The coldest man doesn’t see it’s all—[/i]

He made his way back to Jared’s place finishing his own coffee, before sitting cross-legged in front of Jane, setting down the food and the other cup. He reached out to shake her awake, but his hand traveled upwards, brushing the hair from her face and…[i]cradling it?[/i]

Rob thought he felt her move, so he tore his hand back. “Some night you had,” he said, smiling. He took a bite from the shitty gas station fajita and tried his best to atone for whatever sins he committed last night. 

As he waited for a response, his head filled with the blurred memories of the previous night. It was unlikely he would remember the actual events, but he tried to remember the thought of Jane walking in during his one-night stand. Nothing could be remembered; not but the taste of her skin, the feel of her body…the scent of her…it all felt so much like…like…

Like what he imagined Jane did. 

Maybe it was the night that made him feel this way. Maybe it was the acid. He wasn’t sure but it was just a feeling he hadn’t really ever thought about before. Jane was a friend. A good friend, a close friend…being with her almost seemed incestual. 

So as Rob looked down at their singer in front of him, he decided the timing could not have been worse. There was no time for any of this. For anything like last night. For the first time in their lives, their band had such a change. There was no way he was risking it. 

No fucking way.

Rob suppressed himself as he held out a coffee to Jane. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, draining the joy out of his own voice. “I’ll drive if you’re not feeling like it. We’ve got a show to play today.”

He couldn’t be cold to Jane, not for long. It wasn’t going to be possible. But he was surely going to try until he could figure out what the fuck was going on in his own head.