Tipsy

"They’ll hear us you idiot." Jessie hiccuped. She was seriously drunk and she didn’t have a clue whom this dark haired stranger she had brought home was.
They crept up the stairs like burglars but only ten times louder. Luckily no one in the house seemed to have heard. Jessie flung open her bedroom door and stumbled inside while He silently closed the door behind him.
In the darkness He walked towards her and kissed her. Jessie giggled. He was starting to undress her. Once her top was off he laid her on the bed and kissed her again.
Jessie’s eyelids were getting heavy.
He was unzipping her jeans when she blacked out .

Jessie woke the next morning with a heck of a headache. Her head hurt like someone struck it with a hammer. She shut her eyes tightly against the streak of morning light.
She jumped out of bed and that’s when she realized she was naked and when she saw the stain.
Jessie threw the off the covers and stared at it blankly.
Is it blood? She wondered. And what had she done last night?
She tried to recall any events of last night but the pain in her head only intensified. She looked at the stain again and she felt a wave of nausea sweep through her.

She was kneeling over the toilet bowl. Hoping that what she thought had happened didn’t happen. How could it? She hadn’t bothered putting her clothes on. She stepped in the shower, the water was cold, and stood there for a good whole hour. With the mystery of last night still haunting her.