Anthony snored and jerked his head up with a smack. Plastic plate that was glued to his face glided to the floor and stopped on his palm.
"Ughhh..."
He frowned and tried to pull his back up, to get on the knees. His head was twitching and he had sticky sensation in his mouth going out and up to his forehead. Something didn't smell good... With absolute disgust on his face, he stood up clumsily and tried to see where the hell he was...
"Anybod..." He chocked and started coughing. His throat was a dry mess and his insides felt like full of phlegm.
After a minute, Anthony managed to regain his balance and holding on a wall, he examined the surroundings.
A room... Definitely room in the Smosh House. Covered with bottles, paper plates and confetti... A lonely balloon with a dick drawn on it was lying in the corner...
He wasn't lost in someone else's bedroom at the end of the state. This room used to be his working office... Blurry eyesight passed by and Anthony felt something even more disturbing on his ankle... He pulled his leg forward and he couldn't move it much more. He glanced down...
"What... WHAAAT?" Handcuffs. On his ankle. He was cuffed to a freakin desk! Maybe that wasn't that much, you can lift the desk and...
"What? What the fuck happened last night?" Screamed Anthony, suddenly seeing that he is almost completely naked. Everything uncovered except two socks... One on his free foot and the other on his-
"Hello Anthony!" Shouted a jolly voice from the entrance.
Anthony jumped and immediately hissed because of hurting ankle. Desperately, he covered his crotch with hands.
"Have you slept well?" Asked Ian's happy face. His friend strolled into the room like nothing happened.
Anthony gave him a mixed look of a shock and shame, speechless.
"I haven't known you from this side..." Said Ian still pretty joyful and snickered about something. He was clearly hiding something more. Anthony knew this look, a devil hiding in these bright blue eyes.
"Come on... Stop fooling around and tell me what the hell happened?" Anthony sided down on the wall and sat on the floor to hide his crotch better. "Do you have my clothes?" He added.
Ian gave him a quick look and burst with giggle.
"I... I..." He couldn't form one sentence. His laugh continued while Anthony's face was becoming more and more cloudy. He felt completely confused. He could party hard but it has never ever ended like this... Or he couldn't remember.
"Fuck it man! What the hell happened?! Is Kalel angry at me?" He asked, just to be sure.
Ian managed to contain his giggles finally and passed Anthony his phone, still not saying a word.
Anthony's mouth wide open when he saw the first picture. With eyes big and round, he looked at his friend with disbelief...
"Bu...But? How?..." He started panicking, almost hyperventilating." But how Ian?! Fuck why?!"
Ian's face became a little more serious. There were some moments of last night... Last very early morning that he'd rather keep to himself... And share only with his closest, old friend.
He sat down next to Anthony slightly trembling.
"I've never suspected you... Us of that..." He took a deep breath. "I'll tell you what I remember, let it just stay between you and me." He said calmly... and it somewhat soothed Anthony. "No one knows about it. Everyone slowly flaked out... except you and me." He finished, as if not believing his own words. "But yeah. Get away from this desk... And you wanna wear a sock on your dick all day?" He summed up, before they slowly walked to the living room and Anthony could cover himself with a blanket and have a drink before hearing what Ian had to say about these... Very disturbing photos...
"It was supposed to be just an anniversary party, man..." Moaned Anthony grabbing blanket rolled around him.