Everyone says that drinking will never solve your problems and in most cases I'd say that I agree, however when shit hits the fan, what time doesn't cure, alcohol will hide from you for moments at a time. At least that's what the bartender told him. Troy's eyes opened slowly, he could feel the soreness in his bones, the groggy feeling pulling at his eye lids as they begged him to go back to sleep. Slowly he sat up coming to realize he was sitting on a couch. Rubbing his bitter stubble growing from his chin he felt the cotton and grime from last night in his mouth.

"You look like shit," a woman's voice said.

His eyes popped open and he looked at a woman who was sitting on the coffee table in front of him eating a bowl of cereal. Her chewing seemed to echo and his eyes zoomed in on her lips. They looked a bit swollen, a bit plump and tender, who was she?

"Are we keeping him?" she said looking over at some one behind her in another room.

"Hell if I know, my fucking brother dropped him off last night," another voice called out.

Troy winced, why were they so loud.

"Do you know his name?" The woman leaned in and poked him with the spoon, "Look alive," she said giving him another tap.

Troy swatted her away from him, where was Chad? Where was Ryan? He looked around lost in something that looked like a loft. He needed a phone, he had to call Angela.

"Check his wallet?" The other voice walked into the room she came closer to him holding a piece of toast and a glass of something up to his face. "Here you need this,"

The woman who was sitting on the couch looked at the wallet sitting on the table and picked it up with her free hand. "Five bucks says he has a rubber in his wallet," she said putting her cereal bowl down.

Who were these people, Troy looked up at the blond who was waving what looked like orange juice in his face. "You still owe me five bucks from the last time?" the blond said rolling her eyes.

"Hey he looked Jewish, and Jewish men are circumcised, honest mistake." The woman had his wallet open and was shifting through it. "Found it!"

"His name?"

"No the rubber," she said holding it up with a smile and then flipping it over to read the back, "ewww, it's expired."

Troy took the glass and then strained to focus on what was going on. "Where am I?"

"301 N. Green city parkway." The blonde said, "Do you remember last night?"

Troy shook his head.

"Says here your name is Troy Bolton?" the other woman said, "Any relation to Michael Bolton?"

"Who ARE you?" Troy said finally before holding the orange juice under his noise to smell it.

"Excuse my friend," the blonde said, "My name is Sharpay, and this is Gabriella. My brother Ryan said that you got into some trouble last night and they had to drop you off here for a while."

"Where's Angela?"

"Who's Angela?" Gabriella said picking up her bowl of cereal again. "Is that your girlfriend?"

"My finance," Troy said looking around the room, "at least I think she still is?" he said lifting the glass to his lips.

"Ouch," Gabriella said bringing another spoonful to her lips.

"Well, unfortunately my egg head brother did not leave you with instructions, so I guess you can hang out here for a while, at least until you don't feel like shit." Sharpay said hold out the toast for him.

"Don't you have a scene today?" Gabriella said getting up from the table; it was then that he noticed she was in nothing but her underwear and a t-shirt. He quickly looked away.

"Yeah, and it's at noon," Sharpay looked at her watch and then back at Gabriella, "I have to get going, tell my brother he's an ass when you see him."

"No problem," Gabriella called out from the other room, "Tell Nick I said hey,"

"Will do," Sharpay said grabbing a bag from the side of a nearby couch, "Kitchen is right back there, and the bathroom is the third door on the left."

"Thanks," Troy said nodding up at her, still confused about where he was or who she was. Taking a bite of the toasted breath he chewed slowly, he couldn't remember the last thing he ate but he was suddenly hungry. "Sorry to brother you,"

Sharpay shrugged, "Hey, its life we've all been there."

Troy nodded and watched as she walked past him and out the front door. Once she left Troy looked over at his wallet discarded on the table, "Where the hell am I?" he said to himself as he put the glass down to gathered his wallet and the foil packet that had been exposed. An expired condom was the least of his worries. Eating the last bit of toast by folding it in half Troy used his free hand to feel around in his pockets for his cell phone. He needed to call Angela.

"Looking for this?" Gabriella entered the room, "I assume this must be yours, Sharpay and I have iPhones." She handed him the small flip phone.

Swallowing the toast he let out a sigh and reached for it but she pulled away just as he was about to grab it.

"I found a post it note tagged to it," she said holding that up as well. She was still in her panties and a t-shirt. Troy did his best not to stare. "Says, do not call Angela, you shit head,"

"Give me my phone." Troy said looking up at her face.

"Are you going to call Angela?" Gabriella said holding the phone closer to her breast.

"If I say no will you give me my phone," Troy responded in an annoyed tone.

"Yes," she said with a shrug.

"Then no,"

She thought about it then shook her head "No."

"No?" Troy said taken aback, "Give me my phone."

"I can't," Gabriella said blankly, "You're going to call Angela,"

"And you care because…" Troy looked at her blankly he'd never seen this woman in his life and she was now standing in front of him half naked and holding his phone just out of reach.

"Well someone took the time to write on this sticky note, seems like the least I could do is make sure you do what it says." Gabriella said opening the back of his phone.

"What are you doing," he said moving to get up only once he got to his feet the room spun and he fell back into the couch with a groan.

"Yeah, I'm shivering with fear," Gabriella handed him the phone and held the battery in her hand. "You get this back when you're in a better state of mind, for now just try not to puke on my side of the couch." Gabriella let out a sigh, "Help yourself to anything in the kitchen and here is the remote, feel free to watch all the tv you want, Sharpay pays the cable bill."

Troy's brow furrowed as he watched her slip the battery in the waist band on her panties and made her way down the hall. His eyes narrowed as he watched her walk away from him the words bite me on the back part of her panties. Who was she? Looking around the room he noticed the very different pieces of furniture, some pieces bright pink others green or purple. It was an odd room but differently a female's space. His eyes paused as she looked up at the mantel to see trophies and pictures. His interest was piqued, slowly he got up from the couch, bracing himself and letting the air filter through him. It was right then that he decided he was never going to drink again.

Getting a closer look Troy noticed the girls in posing with some familiar faces. One photo had Sharpay sitting on top of a man's lap half dressed, biting on her finger. She was in a pink plaid school girl skirt and plaid bra. Troy took a closer look at the picture, which was Dyane Johnson holding up a beer and smiling at the camera. Troy looked at the other picture it was of Gabriella sitting on an elegant stair case in a g-string with tousled hair looking at the camera with desire. Troy jerked as he looked at the rest of the items on the mantle there was a gold penis and a golden stature that looked like a woman vagina.

Troy jerked as he bumped into a nearby lamp and then struggled to catch it before it fell.

Where was he, who were these people, where was Angela and what the hell had happened last night?