Dan sat up in bed and looked towards the neon glow of his alarm clock.
"What happened?" he thought aloud, wondering how it could already be 17:00.
He immediately felt a pang in his head when he looked at the clock, and winced in pain. He was obviously hung over. Dan moved to the edge of the bed and stood up, trying to push away the nauseating feeling inside his stomach. He looked down. "Shit." he thought. With the exception of a pair of boxers he didn't recognize, he was completely naked. Dan began to walk towards his bathroom, and ran his fingers through his chestnut brown hair. As he made his way through the mess of dirty clothes and beer bottles that were scattered around his room, he started gagging.
"Fuck." He choked, trying to keep his balance. Dan sprinted into his bathroom and vomited, just making it into the sink, and then knelt over the loo. He heard Phil knocking on his bedroom door, which wasn't really helping his headache. Wiping his face with a towel, Dan stood up and washed his hands.
"One sec!" He shouted to Phil, and tossed on a random shirt he picked off his floor. Dan smoothed out his t-shirt and immediately thought about Phil. What had happened last night? He remembered everything up until the party, and how he'd tried to escape the madness inside their flat in the comfort of Phil's room, which unlike his own, was completely clear of people. After that, his brain just went blank.
"Come on in!" Dan said, still trying to get his thoughts together.
Phil opened up the door, and grinned teasingly at Dan.
"Wild night, eh?" He said, absentmindedly staring at Dan's messy curls.
"What did we do?" Dan asked, dreading the answer.
"Let's talk about it over breakfast," Phil answered, beginning to head towards the kitchen. "you must be starving."