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Pour LaFrancaise : merci beaucoup ! Je déduis de ton pseudo que tu es française aussi...j'espère ne pas me tromper où te ne dois pas comprendre grand chose haha :p Merci beaucoup en tous cas !
Waking up was hard. His eyelids seemed so heavy that it almost hurt him to open them.
Assembling all of his force on the probably easiest thing ever, he finally managed to open them and stared at the ceiling, weirdly proud of himself.
What day was it ? Oh, yes, Sartuday. It had to be Sartuday because yesterday had been Friday and he had thought then that it was nice to have a day off tomorrow and since tomorrow was today then it had to be Saturday.
Proud of his logistic reflexion skills, Jay smiled.
Wow, he didn't remember there was beam on his ceiling. Funny how you could live in a place for so long and not notice the little things like that.
Now that he was thinking of it, he really wasn't sure there had ever been beam on his ceiling, or anywhere else in his apartment, and he was quite sure his ceiling was white rather than this mallow color. Okay, that was weird. Like really really weird, in a worrying way. It probably would be a good idea to stop staring at the ceiling and assess the situation instead.
Putting all his will into it, Jay forced himself out of the bed, noticing at the same time that he was totally naked, which he was not sure was a good sign. A brief observation of the room make him come to the same conclusion he had already supposed, he was definitly not at his apartment.
Well, that explained why there was beam on the ceiling then. And that also explained the sleeping unknown lady in the bed he just got off also, he decided.
He spotted his clothes next to the door of the room, and dressed himself the more silently he could, and after checking that he didn't forget anything – phone, keys, wallet – he decided to leave without further due : first get out, and then think about what had happened, he concluded, was his best move right now.
As soon as he was out of the apartement, Jay felt himself relax a little bit, and he started walking, not wanting to stay here for too long. He didn't really understand why waking up in this girl's bedroom made him freak out a bit : the scenario of what happened was quite easy to guess, and it wasn't even that she wasn't pretty or anything, from what he had seen, she was a catch. And it's not either like it had never happened before.
But the fact that he didn't even remembered the smallest bit of the night before, or how he met this lady was disturbing. He never had any black out in his life before, or at least not one that included waking up in bed with a total stranger and no idea how he got there.
« Well I guess I'm getting too old too handle a bit too much alcohol » though Jay, sighing.
Still, his own explanation wasn't convincing him. He didn't feel hangovered at all, he didn't even have the smallest headache. He just felt utterly tired, like if he had been drained from all of his energy, and his body was aching from everywhere.
When he finally saw his car – he was starting to think that he would have to make his way home by feet -, he smiled, relieved. He turned the contact on and drove to his apartment, feeling in a way better mood now that he was in a safe place.
Once arrived in his apartment, Jay thinked that maybe he could be a good idea to check his phone for any missed phonecalls or messages. He felt all his happiness melt away when he saw the date on the phone : Sunday, December 14th.
Oh. So it was not Saturday. Which means he had not simply forget a night of his existence, but also all the day following. And that was a bit more problematic, if you asked him.
He went to his kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, deciding that it was best not to drink any more alcohol for the moment.
Okay, so his last memory had been him, leaving the police department, Friday. He wasn't feeling his best, if he remembered well… No, to be honest he was feeling like hell. And then he had gotten into his car ? It became hard to remember at his point. Ah, yes, he had ! But he couldn't visualize what happened next. Well, he could make a supposition of course : he probably went home and then… Then he had done things ? He probably had gone out. Maybe at Molly's ?
The fact of having no memories at all was frustrating, and he was having a hard time keeping his nerve. He gulped down his drink and went back to his phone, hoping it might give him some much needed information.
Okay so one great thing was that he had no missed calls or anything, which means no problem with anyone Monday. On the other hand, it seemed like Erin had texted him two times Friday night, asking him if he wanted « to come over watch the game tonight » and then saying that it was « fine, see you on Monday then partner » and wishing him to « have fun ».
Looking at the texts, two possibilities were existing :
Erin was talking to herself and that was not a great sign for her mental health
He had responded to her and for an unknown reason, erased his own reply on his phone
He decided to go with the second one. It would probably be better if at least one of the two partners was right in his mind, rather than both.
Sighing, Jay sat on his couch. This was strange, and this was wrong, and he should do something about it. But he was so tired, and even if that was weird even to himself, he really didn't want to. His entire mind was screaming to him to just let it go, to act like if nothing happened like « you forgot a day and a half of your life but that's cool man eh come on let's take a nap now ».
« Well at least I'm home » he said at loud, and let himself fall asleep.