Miss Independent
Ok I got sick of season ten, so I jumped to season 11!
Drea woke up in a strange place. She had a small headache. Happened last night? Her confusion was muddled. Where was she? She was aware of a breeze on her chest. No wonder! She was lying in a bra! A pain in her wrist when she tried to sit up. She was handcuffed to someone. Her shirt lay on his head, and she didn't want to wake the poor guy up. She then became aware that she wasn't wearing pants.
"Fuck!" She muttered. Had she not let Owen talk her into coming to the party, she wouldn't be in this mess. The room looked like Jonestown: The Morning After. The door opened and Zane's head poked through.
"Best Party ever, eh?" Drea shushed him.
"Yup" she replied quietly. The stranger in the bed beside her threw the shirt off his head.
"Zane, dude. Don't you know how a hangover works?" He snapped. He turned his gaze to Drea. "I take it this is yours?" She didn't reply until she snatched it from him. He tried to get up, but she pulled on the cuffs.
"Neither of us are going anywhere. You'd know. Is this a hickey or a bruise, Owen?" She used her unlinked hand to indicate towards the discolouration on her neck. Owen cursed himself under his breathe.
"Shit". He pulled her up and she whammed into him.
"Ooh Drea. I didn't know you were into morning glory!" Alli teased.
"Beat it, Bhandari!" She snapped. She began searching for her pants. Which hung with the curtains? She slipped into them, they made their way downstairs. The house was silent, except the few ones waking and groaning because their hung-over. They made their way to his car when Eli yelled
"How was the deux les?"
"Huh?" Drea asked
"How was the two some?" He replied.
"What?" Owen said.
"Oh my god, how was the sex?" Eli was flustered. Drea was flabbergasted.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone heard you guys. Oh Owen it feels so good. Owen! Owen! Owen!" Eli mimicked her. She rolled her eyes. After the complicated process of getting in his blue Prius, he drove to the Dot for breakfast. It was interesting. Owen kept pulling on the cuffs, annoying Drea immensely. A horrid thought entered her brain.
"Owen?"
"What?"
"I ugh err um" Her cheeks were red. "Have to ugh*Gulps* I kinda have to …go...To...the bathroom" Owen dropped the breakfast sausage.
"No!"
"Do you want my bladder to explode in public?" She snapped.
"Fine. They ended up using the handicap washroom.
"Don't look!" She insisted.
"Of course I'm not gonna look." Owen retorted. Yet he found himself peeking at her reflection. No! Don't look! He thought. She's off limits. This was so awkward for both of them. When they came out, people stared. Drea ate in silence; this situation was too awkward for conversation.
"What are we gonna do?" Owen asked, breaking the silence. Drea shrugged. Owen thought about the promise he made Fitz.
-Flashback-
"I can't leave her alone man. She won't survive."
"Chill dude. I'll look after her."
"Promise? No, do you swear to be there when she needs you, pick up the phone every time she calls, and never leave her alone downtown?"
"I swear."
"Spit shake". The spit shake was a very disgusting DNA exchange as a way of closing a deal.
-End of flashback-
Owen looked at Drea. "We're probably gonna be stuck like this for awhile." She nodded.
