You woke up with a stranger in your bed. You sat up and immediately collapsed back down into the pillows with a torturous pounding in your head. There was glitter all over the room. You peered outside at the light outside your sheer windows, which were hanging on by a nearly split curtain pole. You saw pink flamingos in the pool, the DJ passed out in the yard, and Barbies on the barbecue. You didn't even own Barbies. You lifted your arm and gagged at the smell of a mini bar.

You heard a grumble next to you and the disheveled stranger was rising up from his stomach like a fat seal. His orange tinged were loose and his hair was in shambles. He grumbled as he looked over on the mirror on the nightstand. "This a hickey or a bruise?" He grumbled, his head turned to the side. You cleared your throat, and he immediately turned his attention to you. "Shit... Didn't see you there..." He slurred. He planted face first into the pillow again, making an exasperated sigh leave your lips.