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After a night of drunken passion, Nick makes Mandy a proposition. Something better than a friends with benefits?
Post Party Depression
Mandy stretched out shielding her eyes from the harsh sun. She pulled the sheets above her head as she closed her eyes. Her contacts felt like sandpaper and her vision paid yet another price. She caught a whiff of herself and she smelt like sweat, last night's perfume, beer, and someone's cologne.
The aroma of the cologne was in the sheets and on her skin. The cologne was familiar. Mandy inhaled it it, enjoying the scent. It was comforting, but it was not Dalton's. As if her world came crushing down. The sheets were not hers, or his. She lifted her head up while still covered by the sheet. She felt a sudden weight jump on the bed. Mandy yelped, and looked out. Mandy could barely see but her barking and recognized the collar.
"Jesus, Sam." Mandy gasped as Sam began to lick her face. "Oh my god." She said laying her head back on the bed covering her face with the sheet.
Not only did she cheat on her beloved boyfriend of six months, but she hooked up with her friend in a drunken stupor. She felt sore, and could barely remember the night before. Mandy thought hard and flashes of the night before, or more so the actions that took place in this bed, made her shiver. She felt like a whore, and then became angry that she was alone. It was not fair that he left her at his house.
Mandy grabs her purse taking out her glasses. She eagerly removed her contacts and put on her usually frumpy glasses. She put on one of Nick's shirts that she found on the floor. If she was going to have to do the walk of shame she was going to be comfortable. Before she could put it on she saw her phone illuminate in her purse. She had several messages and missed calls.
'I got called in early' was all Nick wrote. Those five words did wonders for her self esteem as she sighed. 'Your clothes are in the dryer.'
'Please call me. I'm sorry. I'm worried sick.' Dalton, her boyfriend, wrote to her. She remembered that they had a fight, and argued.
'Where'd you go? Call me' Wendy texted. Not only was Mandy a bad girlfriend but now a bad friend. Mandy sighed again. When she moved the phone she saw bruise, a hickey, on her inner thigh.
"No, way." She said shocked. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and found another hickey on her chest. She blushed and felt embarrassed.
Mandy put on the shirt not wanting to look at her body a second longer. She looked around taking the opportunity to snoop around Nick's place. She could not help but notice how neat and clean his place appeared. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants out of the laundry and her clothes from the night prior. Mandy felt bad for snooping in front of Sam.
Mandy opened the door to one of many doors in his hallway. Nick had enough equipment to open his own gym. Another looked to his study. She went to open the last door but it was locked. Her imagination went wild with what could be inside, but her phone alerted her to a low battery causing her attention to go elsewhere. She grabbed all of her belongings and called an über.
Once home Mandy cannot help but feel terribly guilty. He continued to text her, but she could not muster up the strength to text back. Her boyfriend, Dalton, was a great guy. He was funny, and goofy, and had his life together. Dalton was an accountant for the state. A regular nine to five job. They had so much in had been together for six almost seven months. It had been great until recently. Dalton had been stressed at work so he started to become distant in the relationship. Not that that excused what she did. They had trouble making time to see eachother which was at the epicenter to all there fights.
Luckily Wendy was already at the lab giving Mandy some time to think. Wendy was in town on a case. She was investigating a shady father, Doug Arthur, who kidnapped his son at the ripe age of three. The boy was now nine. The father denied everything making Wendy insane. However DNA showed the truth, and an arrest warrant was quickly executed. A celebration was in order... or alcohol.
Celebrating Wendy's return even if it were only brief. Celebrating the boys safe return. Mandy thought that that would have been a perfect time for the team to meet Dalton. Dalton, however, did not want to go which lead to Mandy drinking more than she should have.
'We need to talk. Can we meet up later?' She texted Dalton. Her heart broke as she hit send. Dalton deserved better.
Mandy began the short but ever so agonizing drive to work. The car ride was silent as she waited in anticipation for a text back that she was sure was not coming. Once at work she was eager for a distraction. Her pager began chirping almost immediately.
'Need you in the morgue- greg' she cringed a little as she read it. She knew full well what that meant. A body was badly decomposed and now she would need to work her magic to get a viable print. She grabbed her supplies and made her way to the elevator. Once the doors opened she saw Nick in the corner on his phone. Mandy awkwardly stepped inside. She feared that if she chose to wait for the next elevator or abruptly took the stairs it would cause a scene. She looked over and saw Nick turn red as he stared at her.
"I, I umm... I'm sorry. I wasn't there. I got called in early... Wendy's case kinda fell apart..." Nick stuttered over his words.
"It's fine... Can we just..." Mandy said turning to face him. Once her eyes saw his all the memories from the night prior hit her like a ton of bricks. Her body throbbed. The air escaped her lungs, and she had to fight herself for control.
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