The next morning the boys woke up back at Charlie's apartment along with four girls from the club, woken by the sound of loud banging at the door.
"Charlie, get the door" Sawyer groaned, tossing a magazine at his head in order to wake him. "What?" Charlie grumbled, face buried in the pillow, still half asleep.
"Answer the fucking door!" Sawyer insisted moodily, about ready to go over there and kick his as if he didn't get up soon. Charlie sat up with a look of confusion, a sudden pain rushing to his head as the sound of banging filled his ears.
"God damn it" He muttered to himself as he climbed over one of the sleeping girls in order to get out of bed and make his way to the door. He made his way over and unlocked it in a zombie like state.
"Charlie!" Nick exclaimed, practically knocking him down as she threw her arms around him and jumped up, giving him an overly-enthused welcome home hug.
"Hello love" He replied, quickly putter her back down in fear he would fall over and hurt them both. The girl let him go but continued to bounce excitedly in the door way.
"I thought you weren't due back for two more days?" He questioned curiously, wondering how she'd managed to book a flight home on such short notice.
"Yeah, but once I heard you were back I decided to come home early, so I got one of my friends who was already supposed to come back today to trade tickets with me. That way she gets an extended vacation and I get to come home and see you!" She explained happily, hugging him once again.
"Well, In case you can't tell I invited some of my friends from the crash to stay with us for a while. I hope you don't mind?" Charlie explained, looking around the room that was even more trashed now then it was when they 'ed gotten there.
"There were strippers on the plane?" Nick questioned, eyeing the pair of girls in his bed curiously. "Oh, no. They just, you know, stayed the night" Charlie explained shly, tucking his hands inside his pockets and looking down at his feet.
"Charlie, you animal! Wish I would have gotten home sooner. I could have joined in" Nick noted teasingly, looking around the room with a smile on her face. Charlie laughed nervously, just glad to know she wasn't mad about not having a bed.
"Well, I have to go take a shower so I'll leave you boys alone. You look like you need some more rest, any way" She teased, poking Charlie in the chest before setting down her luggage and heading towards the bathroom.
"Mind if I come with?" Sawyer questioned, lifting his head from the women's chest, which he'd been using as a pillow. Nick stopped and turned around with an amused smile.
"That's Sawyer. Just ignore him" Charlie instructed as he crawled back into bed, struggling to make room between the two girl who where sleeping heavily. Nick just laughed and disappeared behind the door.
"You sure she's a lesbian?" Sawyer questioned, watching after her in delight. "Believe me, I'm sure" Charlie confirmed, already half asleep.
"Will you two kindly shut the hell up?" Desmond questioned drowsily from the floor, holding his head in pain.
"Sorry" Charlie replied apologetically, only making the head ache worse.
Desmond flinched in response to the sound as it filled his over sensitive ears, causing his head to pound and causing Sawyer to laugh in response to his oblivious pain.
Desmond threw a pillow at him angrily and grumbled something in a Scottish slur before burying his face against the stripper's back.
For a while it was silent. Desmond fell back to sleep. Sawyer went back to grouping the women beside him, and Charlie was steady day dreaming as he laid back against his favorite pillow.
When he'd first woken up, the first thing he saw was a few strands of long blonde hair right in front of his face, falling against a bare back of a women who laid beside him. For a moment, still half asleep, he'd imagined it was Claire. A smile crossed his face at the thought.
Then, suddenly remembering, he hoped up and leaned over the sleeping girl in order to check the answering machine that sat on his night stand for messages.
"Did Claire call yet?" Sawyer asked curiously, remember overhearing the sad little conversation he over heard on the plane.
Suddenly a robotic female voice emerged from the speaker, explaining that they had "no new messages." Charlie frowned in response, and Desmond growled at the contentious noise they were making.
"I guess not" Charlie replied in disappointment as he sat the answering machine back on the night stand. "I wouldn't worry to much. It might be a while before she can contact you" Sawyer reminded sleepily, shifting in his bed.
"Yeah, your probably right" Charlie agreed, although it didn't change the fact that he didn't get to wake up to Claire's voice. He rolled onto his side and slammed his head against his pillow, hoping that by the next time he woke up, there would be a message waiting for him.