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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] His Apartment
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] | [color=ded16a][b]Roxanne[/b][/color] - via text [@HushedWhispers] | [color=a0410d][b]Ryan[/b][/color] [@Love Dove] |
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Aching. That was the first thing Reed felt as he was awoken by the sound of his front door closing. He slowly opened his eyes, yawning and scowling at the awful taste in his mouth. He was hungover, that much was certain. Squinting against the sunlight that was streaming through his window, he got out of bed, only to realize he was without clothes. [i][b][color=deepskyblue]Fuck[/color][/b][/i] he thought, frozen in place as he went back through the events of the night. He'd been bored, and When Harry Met Sally had been on. So he'd gotten out the vodka and texted...Roxy.

[i][b][color=deepskyblue]Fuck indeed[/color][/b][/i] he thought, shaking his head as he made his way to his bathroom, turning on the shower. He looked into the mirror at his face, a face that looked like it had been through quite the night. His hair was a mess and he had bags under his eyes. He might not have been able to figure out what exactly had happened, but he had a good guess. He hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wash away his guilt. Well, most of it.

He had known Ryan liked Roxy. Of course he had, the dude was his best friend. And he'd still hopped under the covers with her, as soon as the liquor hit his lips. This was the kind of thing a shitty person did. He'd punch himself if he could. Groaning, he got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist and walking back into his room, where he quickly got dressed. After quickly doing his hair, he noticed a text from Roxy. He sighed. How much more awkward could things get. Walking into his kitchen, he shot off a reply, while preparing a cup of coffee.

[quote][center][b]To - [color=ded16a]Roxy[/color]
[color=deepskyblue]Hey...[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

Sighing, he brewed his coffee and poured it into a mug, sipping it and looking out onto the city. He'd fucked up. He knew that much. And as much as he knew it, he kept doing it, again and again. Sighing, he went to pour himself a bowl of cereal, only to discover that his apartment was currently devoid of food. [i][b][color=deepskyblue]Whelp, Ryan probably has food[/color][/b][/i] he thought, heading out of his apartment and down towards 503 where he proceeded to bang on the door.

[color=deepskyblue][b]"Ryan! It's Reed! Get yourself decent Lady Killer, I need food!"[/b][/color] he shouted through the door, most likely pissing off most of the neighbors, not that he really cared. At this point, all he wanted was food, and to be able to talk to his best friend. Granted, he really couldn't talk to his best friend about anything important, seeing as how the only important thing in his life was how he was sleeping with said best friend's crush, but hey, who said life was easy?