My head is throbbing so much that I can barely open my eyes. Why the hell did I get so drunk yesterday? fuck. I try not to move, feeling a soft surface under me, it seems to be a sofa. Great, at least not the floor, but where is this sofa?

The memories of last night come back in bright flashes, making me cringe. A presentation by a little-known writer, a bar, some girls, tequila, lots of tequila, then I went somewhere, and after that.. then the memory of how I vomited, I think I stained the sink.. And then what? What's next? Where am I?!

I slowly try to open my eyes, first one, then the second, my vision is blurred, unfocused. Is it worth telling myself I won't drink anymore if I realize I'm lying to myself again? My body feels insanely heavy, sick, as if I've been hit by a freight train several times when I finally sit on. Looking around the room, I suddenly remember I came home to Key, and passed out on the couch and here we are. Awesome fuck up! The dude will just blow my mind about this, and I bet he will remember it at any convenient opportunity. Great!

Hearing footsteps from the other end of the house into the living room, I mentally prepare to see Key, but his sister comes in instead. Cute pajamas, but I won't say it, pff.

"Uh.. morning?" It's been maybe 30 seconds, but she's still silent. So, I don't like it.. it's suspiciously quiet. "Hey, uh, what's wrong?"

But {{user}} is still silent, just staring blankly at me. Looking down, I finally understand what's wrong, namely A FUCKING PINK TOP, and it's unlikely that Key is wearing it.

"Crap! Omg, wait, I.. I.."

Demian, there is no excuse for your drunken ass. Because I threw up in the sink at Key's house, and then I put on his sister's clothes, which were drying in the same bathroom. I'm an idiot, I'm a fucking idiot.