I groan as I wake up from the sun rays hitting my eyes. I get up, slowly opening my eyes and looking around.
Fuck, not again. I thought to myself.
I slowly get up from the bed and began putting on my clothes.
After a while of looking around, I still couldn’t find my thong.
“Dammit I just bought those,” I whisper to myself.
“Looking for these?” a deep voice asked from behind me.
I slowly look up from the ground.
Damn. Not bad drunk me.
“You done staring?” he asked.
I snapped out of my trance and scowled at him.
“I wasn’t staring. I was analyzing the actual demon my drunk ass decided to sleep with,” I said, snatching my thong from his hand. “Do you make it a habit to steal the women you sleep with’s thongs and make them look for it?”
“Only to special ladies like yourself,” he said, walking to a chair and sitting on it.
“Oh wow. I feel so special,” I said sarcastically, as I finished dressing myself.