I sashay over towards the bar to order my drink. The barman looks up at me.
"What can I get you love?" He asks in a cockney accent.
"Vodka and Coke please mate" replies my Geordie voice. I'm in merry spirits but I see a man sitting with his head just about in his pint next to where I'm standing and I decide to play the good Samaritan and make it my business to cheer this man up. The barman comes back with my drink and I ask for 4 tequila's. He comes back and I pay for them all. I push two over to him and he looks up.
"Care to join me?" I ask. He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. I pick my shot up, he does the same, we clink the glasses and knock it back before doing the same with the other. The tequila hits the back of my throat and my taste buds, the bitter taste causes me to twist my face before goose bumps start to appear. I smile at the man who's now smiling at the face I made, this time his eyes have melted a little. He extends his hand and introduces himself.
"Rosie." I say "Would you like to join me and my friends?"
He agrees and 11 tequila shots and 14 vodka and cokes later I'm taking him back to my new flat.
I wake up the next morning tangled up with him. My head is banging. I can feel the sick threatening to come up. It stays in my stomach making me feel nauseous and queasy. I disentangle myself from him and make my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge and I come face to face with food. I dry retch as I run towards the sink. Fortunately I'm not sick. I decide against food and make myself a black coffee. I look at the clock as I'm gulping the steaming hot coffee that's burning my throat as I gulp it back.
"Shit!" I exclaim as I see that I have half an hour to be ready and at work. I run to the bathroom and I shower before returning to my room and grabbing some clothes. I leave a note for the man in my bed saying Hi, I had to go to work, there's food in the fridge and plenty of coffee by the kettle, leave the key under the pot. Rosie
I hurry from the house and past my car. I can't drive it when I'm this hungover. So I run to my brothers house 4 doors down and beg him to drop me off at work on his way to work. He reluctantly agrees and we set off. I arrive with one minute to spare. Inspector Smith gives me my uniform and sends me to the morning briefing.
"Right people DI Manson and DS Carter were meant to be taking the briefing but neither of them have arrived yet which is rather unusual. So luckily I know the basics and I can start the briefing for them." Inspector Smith drones on. My thoughts go back to the man in my bed and how I enjoyed last night with him. I hear my name mentioned as Inspector Smith introduces me. I wave my hand but I go back to last night. Suddenly the briefing room door is opened and two people come running in. I look behind me towards the door and I see him. I'm totally gobsmacked. My eyes are wide. I stare like an idiot at him. What have I done?