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Logan woke up feeling stiff and spent. His head hurt, and he knew he was going to have to sanction Garrett to make him one of those secret hangover elixirs. They did wonders on his mind and body when he was under the weather after a night of drunken partying.
Speaking of drunken partying…
The girl who he had apparently slept with was trying to make her quiet escape. Well, hardly quiet… She had jolted the bed just a few seconds ago and was shuffling and stumbling across the carpeted floor quite loudly. If she thought she was being stealthy, she must've been way more hungover than him. He chuckled to himself. No doubt she was about to take the walk of shame back to where she lived. He rolled over and cracked an eye open to see who it was, but all he caught a glimpse of was rippling chestnut locks as the girl hit the floor.
So she's a brunette huh? Just my type. Good job, drunk me.
He fought the urge to laugh. What on earth was she doing down there, anyway?
Well, it hardly mattered. She'd be on her way, and he'd never see her again. Just another anonymous one night stand. He was so glad he and Tracy had broken up a while ago, or this would have been the most awkward experience to tell his now ex-girlfriend. Not that she would care anyway. She had made it quite clear even during their relationship that she had no intention of being exclusive.
Whatever.
If Tracy wanted to behave that way, that was fine by him. He would take advantage of this little break too. She wasn't the only one who could sleep around with whoever she chose. He let his body relax and sank deeper into his fluffy pillow once again, letting his exhaustion take over his body. Sleep welcomed him with open arms, and he succumbed to his fatigue, lulled to sleep by the distant sound of the girl scrambling to find her clothing and whimpering in disgust.
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When Logan opened his eyes, the sun was blaring through his blinds, illuminating the room with midafternoon light. He grabbed his phone and saw that he had slept through most of the afternoon. Looks like he wasn't going to get any work done tonight. He'd probably spend the day being lazy and lounging around the apartment as he usually did when trying to recover from a fantastic night of partying and sex. Logan rolled over onto his back, stretching his tired arm and leg muscles with a lethargic yawn.
His nose was assaulted by the flirty scent of vanilla and some sexy, spicy perfume mingled in with the incredible natural, fleshy scent of a woman. It was enough to make mini Logan stir, and he kicked himself out of bed before he grew too excited. It wasn't so much the smell that aroused him as the fact that it was familiar. A scent that he had definitely experienced in the past. A scent that he couldn't quite pinpoint.
"Did I sleep with someone I know…?" he wondered aloud, frowning when his head began to hurt as he tried to think. He dropped the thought, thinking maybe it was someone he had seen or talked to in passing. But really, that scent was a little too memorable.
As per routine in his usual hookups, he inspected his room for any stolen items, or left over objects or clothes from the girl. As odd as that sounded, it was pretty frequent for the girls to leave stuff as they rushed out of his apartment. It happened so frequently, in fact, that he had a lost and found box under his bed in which he collected extra underwear, bras, shoes, jewelry, etc. You name it, he had it. He had so much he could start up a small store.
He and Garrett made a past time of trying to guess which item belonged to which possible girl on occassion. If either one of them believed they were right, they would bring the object to said girl and rack up points for getting the article back to the owner.
As he stooped to pick up the box, he found the remnants of a torn, mangled thong resting near the foot of his bed. He picked it up as well, amusement and a small sense of pride laced in his features. He doubted this girl would even want it back. That's probably why she'd left it in the first place.
But still. He'd ripped a thong. Pretty damn awesome if he did say so himself.
Aside from the thong, there didn't seem to be any evidence left of their night together, save for the used condoms littering his room. She must have had a lot of stamina because there were a shit ton of condoms on the floor. His interest grew in figuring out who this girl was. He didn't make it a habit of comparing how many rounds girls could go at this school, but not many could go past three before they became exhausted. He was impressed. It's too bad she really didn't leave anything behind. It could have been fun to figure out who she was.
Cleaning up the remnants of his nightly activities in his room, he finally stripped his sheets to stuff in the laundry later and headed to his bathroom to take a shower. He definitely needed one.
Oddly enough, the scent of the girl was in his bathroom too, clinging to the air like a lifeline. He groaned to himself, knowing that he'd need to take care of himself in the shower with the scent being this strong. It was so odd. He didn't usually react to smells like this.
Logan inspected his torso in the mirror. His body was covered with a bunch of hickeys all over his neck and chest. He examined his back, and like he suspected, there were a few scratches and nail marks running down his back. "What the hell…?"
He'd been wondering what the sex might have been like, since he couldn't remember anything about it. Clearly, she'd been a bit animalistic in bed. Frustrated, he realized he was getting even more interested in finding out who the brunette was now. That never happened.
His shower was long, and somewhat rough, especially since all he had to go by to get himself off was the scent of a faceless woman, but once he had taken care of himself, he exited the shower, toweling his hair dry while nonchalantly looking for the razor on his counter. He hadn't shaved in a couple days and his stubble was starting to make the standard shift from being a bit of fuzz on his face to the beginnings of a beard. The bearded look was fine for some students, but definitely not him. The blue of his razor met his eyes and he made to pick it up, but then he froze, realizing that right next to his razor, was a miniature lacquered hairbrush. The kind that women usually kept in their purse for emergencies. The kind that was specially made, and you couldn't just buy in any old beauty supply store.
Swiftly wrapping the towel around his waist, Logan rushed out of the bathroom, gripping the hairbrush like a lifeline.
"Garrett? You here?" he shouted.
"I'm in the living room." Came the muffled reply.
Logan rushed to the living room to Garrett, who was sporting a rather nasty scowl on his face and cleaning up the mess of beer cans and other crap littering the living room of their apartment.
"I hope you're happy, Logan. Pre-gaming in our apartment was quite possibly the stupidest idea you've ever had."
Logan grinned, "Maybe, but I got laid last night."
"Yeah. I know." Garrett deadpanned, his look of permanent disgust plastered on his face, "I had to listen to it for a good three hours. She was very loud by the way. People on the other side of campus probably heard her. Hell, I'm pretty sure people in Canada could hear her."
"Well you honestly didn't have to stay in, you know? I stayed within the confines of my room and our agreement stood."
Logan had a habit of bringing girls over every once in a while, so he and Garrett had to set some boundaries on where Logan and his girls could go. It had been a necessity when Garrett had come back from an evening lab course one day, only to find Logan and his girlfriend at the time getting frisky on the dining room table.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! This is where I eat my food!"
Garrett had forced it out of them to tell him everywhere they had christened the apartment. The result had been unsatisfactory, and the following lecture from Garrett lasted well into the night. Not to mention, that week, Garrett had spent the whole week sanitizing the entire apartment and burning objects he deemed were not salvageable. That had been enough incentive for Logan to agree to set boundaries, because honestly, he never wanted to have another lecture from Garrett again. It had successfully killed his sex drive for a while.
"But anyway, see, there was no trace of the girl this morning." Logan continued, "I saw her hair, but aside from her thong, she left nothing." He picked up the hairbrush and dangled it, "Except this. I can find her with this thing."
"Modern day Cinderella?" Garrett stooped down to pick up some more garbage with his trash picker. "Why are you trying to find her, just out of curiosity? Usually you don't really give a crap and throw the stuff in the lost and found bin until you're really bored and then you try to look for the girl."
Logan frowned and tried to think about it. Garrett was right. Usually, it wasn't important, and he tended not to give a shit. But there was just something really familiar about this girl, as odd as that sounded. Something almost… comforting? It was a weird thought to have, especially since she was probably a girl he never knew before, and he couldn't remember her to save his life, but his subconscious was telling him that there was something special about the girl. She wasn't just a one night stand. He wanted to know who she was.
Plus, he was pretty sure he had the best sex of his life last night. He wouldn't be against a reprise.
"No reason." He finally responded, "I just want to give her back her brush."
Garrett dropped the tissue that had been resting against their TV into the bag filled with trash and paused in his work, turning to Logan with a confused frown. "You're acting weird you know."
"I know. I know I'm acting weird, but dude, I just want to find her." He ran his hand through his hair in exasperation, "I don't know why, but something is telling me I should find her."
Garrett rolled his eyes, "Give me the brush."
"Why?" he asked suspiciously.
"Because I'm going to help you find her." Logan set the brush in Garrett's hand and slumped on the couch, leaning back against the cushions to try to alleviate the pulsing in his head, "I've been trying to get you to settle down with one girlfriend for years. If this might help you find the perfect girl, then I'll help."
"Thanks man, but what are you going to do with the brush? Are you some kind of psychic who can channel a person's energy and aura from their object?"
Garrett shot him an incredulous look that screamed 'Are you a fucking idiot?'.
"No Logan." He rolled his eyes, "This brush is definitely custom made. This is the kind of personal brush like a monogrammed handkerchief. So I'm pretty sure there should be some initials on here somewhere. Or something like that."
"Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes more sense."
Garrett nodded and critically inspected the brush, twisting it to and fro to see if he could find any names or symbols in the leaf and floral pattern. These things were tricky. But he was nothing if not meticulous (some liked to call him anal), and he was very good at finding hidden things. Where's Waldo was no match for him!
But this was really a magnificent brush! The cut, the color, the feel of the laminated wood. It was well kept for. Clearly this girl Logan slept with took care of her stuff. And she had pretty good taste in accessories.
When he turned it upside down one more time, he noticed one petal on a rose was squiggly lined where it should have been straight. It was a tiny spot, and could easily be seen as a mistake the constructor made, but Garrett knew better. He brought it close to his face and looked carefully at the spot. There it was. A J. and a K.
He held the brush in front of Logan's face, showing him the place where the initials were camouflaged in the floral design, "Here's your mystery girl. JK." He quickly interjected before Logan could make some stupid joke regarding 'just kidding'. He could see his best friend's face gearing up to crack the joke. "And please don't make a 'just kidding' joke."
"I wasn't going to make the joke." Logan laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. He so had been about to crack that joke. "So great. I know her initials. How do I find her?"
Garrett shrugged, resuming his cleaning activities, "Figure it out. There are lots of girls on this campus. Just ask them what their initials are. Or you could just talk to Lindy and the other girls. They know people on campus. Maybe they'll have an inkling as to who it was you slept with."
Logan frowned, "Oh yeah! Why don't I ask them?" Come to think of it, he was pretty sure the girls had also come to the party at some point. Maybe they could help narrow down who came and left.
"It's funny though…" Garrett said offhandedly.
"What is?"
"It's just that, I swear I've seen that brush somewhere before. I'm not sure where or when, but I've seen it in the past."
Logan looked back down at it. He hadn't paid much attention when he had picked it up from his bathroom counter, but yeah. Garrett had a point. There was something oddly familiar about the brush. It was like he had seen it in the past or something. Maybe he didn't know where, but the recognition was there.
"You're right…"
This whole thing was so weird. The girl's smell was familiar. The brush was familiar. Now he was really intrigued. He wanted to find the girl. He would go talk to Lindy and the others and try to figure out who this mysterious woman was.
"Alright thanks Garrett. I'll go ask the girls."
"Good." Garrett looked annoyed, "Now can you seriously get out of here and put some clothes on? Not only are you getting the couch wet, but you've got hickeys all over you and it's gross to look at!"
Logan laughed at his neurotic friend's disgruntled expression and picked himself up with a loud grunt to finish getting ready. As soon as he got some food and hangover medicine in him, he would head to the girl's apartment to ask them if they knew anything.