I awoke to the mellow tones of the D.O.M.Es local refrigerator, softly clanging beside me like an annoying alarm clock just waiting to be thrown at the wall. Yet I resist the urge knowing my condition will worsen “Oh gawd I feel like shit, what the hell was in those yardies” (as in those really long glasses you get for your 21st birthday.) anywho… bracing myself I slowly but surely start (with great regret) the mission of opening my eyes just to end up squinting against the bright light peering through the curtains, after I give my eyes a quick rub to dislodge the crap I look around the room finally realizing that this definitely isn’t the dome and I’m definitely not crashed out on the tiles. As I cautiously remove this amazing creation called a blanket it gets caught by what seems to be an arm wrapped around my waist OMG, with this shocked look plastered on my face I swivel around spying a snoring body smelling all fresh and fruity lying face down and catch a glimpse of un-tamed red hair. A small sound emanates from the random women as she turns my way, so with a tentative hand I lean forwards and sweep her hair out of her face. To my surprise the stranger turned out to be Gwenivere (you’d probably think ohhh what’s going on here) but this is just one of Gwen’s bad habits, ever since she was little she had this weird habit of tossing and turning in her sleep that eventually every article of clothing suddenly disappears into the covers, so typically I’d think that I came here in a drunken blur or I got that drunk that one of the twins had the awesome task ( in this case lost at rock, papers, scissors.) of trying to drag me home because oddly enough this was normal for us…yeah pretty much… “Geez I see you haven’t really changed much…huh when did you get a tattoo” I say as I gently pull the blanket up to her neck to cover the exposed skin and bow down to place a sweet peck to her forehead before moving precisely so as not to make the bed squeak. When my body feels the early morning chill I whisper “What the actual f++k its freezing as f++k in here” only then did I notice that I was only wearing my turquoise cotton panties and sports bra, “great I’m gona have to wait for Gwen to wake up for the details… so until then” I wander around her room in search of something warm and possibly a pair of socks. Opening the dresser drawer I locate the pants then walk to the closet and root around for my favorite Bob Marley jersey, chucking the gold Nike sweats on I tie the lace as far as I dare “wow these are baggy as” before putting the gold jersey with green print/logo’s over my head and lastly I couldn’t find Gwen’s socks so I just end up treading footprints all over the place…uhm…hhmmmm… contemplating my next move I hear clinking metal before the front door swings open and in comes Johnny Lezito (Gwen’s partner) carrying baked goods “ Oh…Good morning Kauzanne I didn’t realize you were here, luckily Gwen’s a big eater so I’ll give you some of her’s” adding with a whisper “Don’t tell Reri (his cute nick-name for Gwenivere) I gave it to you, you know how she can get when it comes to food” passing me a warm bacon toasty, I grab it without hesitation before consuming the greasy bacon-y goodness with my coffee. I make a zipping gesture over my lips “Don’t worry your secrets safe with me” 5mins later Gwen stumbles into the kitchen and walks straight to the pre-heated teapot and pours herself a generous amount, standing there draining the contents then refilling it again. Gwen takes another sip and turns our way. She freaks out and sprays me in the face with hot tea, dumbfounded but not surprised “Eww what a gross guy.” I said as Johnny throws a towel to me, yet the little pricks not being discrete at all as he laughs at my expense. His 6ft 3 frame scoops Reri in his arms, so before they start all the PDA biz I ask Gwen “Hey not to be rude or anything but do you have any idea where my stuff is?” wrapping her arms tightly around her hunky monkey (her words not mine) she replies with a look of confusion spreading across her features “Uhmmm…I can’t recall most of what happened last night, so your best bet will be to ask Nita, from what I can remember she was the only sober-ish one out of us.” F++k my life, out of all the people in the Port it just had to be her. I thank Gwen and Joh/Jo for breakfast and the spare change of clothes, then bid them farewell. I shut the door and with a grumbling complaint I trot on home for a well-deserved bath and change of underwear. I’m not mentally ready for this encounter or even sober enough to hold my temper, but I need my bag because it has all my important materials inside. Ah damn. Regretfully I head in the direction of Ginny’s in search of her girlfriend, fingers crossed this goes without a hitch…………………………….. (who am I kidding, pleasantries are a rare occurrence for that women, especially when it comes to me)

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