Hey people! This is my very first Lie to me Fic and I am looking forward to see if people enjoy it or not! :) x
So, for starters, my disclaimer's message:
I Own nothing, nobody or Lie To Me in itself...If I did, I'd be teaching FOX a thing or two for axing the show in the first place..
Anyway!
I hope you enjoy, this is A Revelry Gone Wrong, Chapter one.

Chapter 1

Eli Loker sat up; his head, spinning as the lyrics of last night's final band 'Kings of Leon' mixed in with the following morning's sounds of snoring from others ran circles around his aching head. He crawled across the wet and sticky floor, kneeling on empty cans of alcohol slipping on them as their luke warm remnants spewed out, he felt for zip on the side, pulling it down with all of his strength consequently, fell straight through the door of the tent, the sunlight piercing his eyes painfully as his morning wake up routine had begun, wake up drink a coffee, have another make some dry toast and try and recall on what happened the night before. But for now, wincing at the morning's bright rays and yawning was the best he could do.
"Morning 'dad'." A voice sounded from outside of his tent, a young woman was sat in the entrance of her own in which her tent was close and opposite Loker's. She was sat with her legs crossed, hugging a mug of coffee, amused slightly at his face. Loker was a sight for sore eyes in a morning, his hair was in the design of a ruffled bed head way, his eyes had dark tired rings under them. He looked up and smiled unenthusiastically, despite the fact that he didn't even recognise her he greeted her anyway.

"I'm on babysitting duty." She laughed. "That's what you said…As if!" She winked.
"Come again?" He forced groggily, the taste of his boozy breath turning his stomach slightly, making him heave. He paused in thought, trying his hardest to read the face of the woman. "Are you jealous or something…?" He asked. It seemed obvious that he probably got lucky last night.
The woman laughed, "I could be, look at you, you're a good looking guy, with a really young, good looking girl on your arm."
"Wait, what?" Loker asked, burping midsentence. "I don't go for girls who go by the saying of; 'Really young'".
"You don't remember do you?" The girl asked, a sly look of contempt sliding across her face. "You don't even remember me!" She stood up. "I'm Sharon." Introducing herself, she blinked innocently, passing him her cup of coffee. "You're going to need that, clearly you ignored your own rules then."
"Loker." He said, he brushed his hand against hers as she passed her mug to him, he began to gulp the coffee, his eyes diverting to the tent as he did so.
"All of her mates have gone home, you played quite the hero for her last night!" She said, aiming it at Loker.
"Why, who?" He said, his memory of the previous night blurring out of sight.
"I'm enjoying this" Sharon said truthfully.
Loker put down the cup, he pulled at the tent door so that he could see inside, it was to his surprise that a was a young girl was cuddled up to his pillow in a deep sleep.
"Oh no." Loker said, sighing and lying down on the wet grass, looking up.
"Told you." Sharon laughed through enjoyment. "Who is she?" She asked.
Loker paused, sitting up and looking back into the tent, His heart was thumping within his chest. "Oh god. What've I done."

What do you think? Not to shabby I hope?
:) xxxx