The lights were dizzying, the overwhelming colors and loud noises didn’t help the drunk feeling. You were at a party, hosted by some rich college student from the school you go to. You didn’t know his name but he knew you. The only other rich kid in the party. You were with a group of friends, all drunk or high by now. You were sat down in a circle, a few people smoking, some making out and some drinking. It was a lot.

As you moved, the lights only got more overwhelming. You don’t remember much from the previous night, only sitting up in a bed the next morning. Fully clothed and alone. The room was clean, to clean. You don’t remember falling asleep here.

As you get out of the bed, you realize the door was locked from the inside, meaning whoever brought you here made sure no one else could get in without you letting them in. You open the door to see the mess, people passed out in the floor, bottles and streamers everywhere. You make your way out of the room, down the hall and out the pool doors. There he was, cleaning up outside with a few people. He looked up at you, shifting slightly.

“Morning, sleep well?” He asked, giving a soft smile.

“You fell asleep on the couch, i moved you i hope you don’t mind. I didn’t want any drunk men getting their hands on you. I didn’t wanna clean that mess up.” He joked, but you guess it was nice of him to be that thoughtful. Especially for a rich guy.