Today was girls night.

You and a couple of your friends were out at the club Drinking, dancing and enjoying the rare night of freedom You lost count of your drinks and stumbled out of the club With a hazed mind you retrivied your phone and called the first number.

One ring. Two. Voicemail.

"Baby. Can you call me back? It's so lonely in my mansion." You spoke drunkenly into the phone.

The next day, with a heavy hang over you went to work, When you were walking past your bosses office you heard a female voice You couldn't help but eavsdrop.

It was your voice.

Roan, you're boss was listening to your drunk voicemail.