He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, but staring into a toilet bowl filled with last night's mistakes painted a vivid enough picture. Emmett flushed the toilet before the sight made him puke again.
He sighed as he found his feet, bracing himself against the counter...
...slumping against the counter.
Maybe he wasn't ready to stand yet. It was fine though cause his cigarettes were there and he desperately needed something to chase away the sour tang of vomit. With a click and a puff it was lit between his teeth. He inhaled deeply, grateful for something that didn't taste like acid. A gulp of water to rinse his mouth out helped too.
He left the sink running, splashing water across his face and neck. One more handful to brush the hair back from his forehead, at least for a little while. Emmett took another drag from the cigarette as he regarded himself in the mirror. He looked like shit, but that wasn't uncommon. He'd forgotten he'd been wearing cheap eyeliner. The smudged arcs under his eyes meant he knew now. Attractive.
A purple splotch against his pale collarbone gave him pause. Emmett peeled back his robe to find two more tracing a path up his neck. Hickies? How grade school. "Guess I got lucky."
A knock at his bathroom door made Emmett reel back. A boy with a face he couldn't remember peered through the doorway. A dark complexion but bright eyes and smile. Emmett felt his eyes start to burn. Too bright.
The stranger was short, like most people when they stood next to him, and dressed like some punk straight out of high school. Hopefully he was already out of high school...hopefully.
"I bought you some tea." The boy placed an over large cup gingerly on the counter. "I don't wanna rush you, but I'm ready to head out whenever you are."
Emmett's head buzzed with questions. "Heh, am I supposed to know who the fuck you are?"
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