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Being woken by the sun shining in his face never hurt as much as it did now. The bird's chirping never annoyed him as much, either. But it's been a long time since Greg was drunk. And it never felt as bad as it did now. Slowly opening his still tired eyes, he didn't recognize the room he was in.

What the hell happened last night?, was what he was thinking right now. And where am I?

The last thing he could remember was getting into a cab. It was a rather blurry memory, but it was all he got. After that, nothing. Addle brain.

Looking around the room, he saw a dresser, a mirror, a desk with a laptop and the bed he was waking up in. The room had white walls and the furniture was mostly white, too. Totally different from what his home looked like. Kind of neat and polished. Fancy.

He was still wearing the clothes he wore last night, but he didn't have his shoes on anymore. After he got up, he decided to take a look in the mirror. Horrible. He looked really hungover. He actually looked better than he felt, though.

He went through his pockets to search for his cell phone and wallet, but they were gone. Did somebody rob him? Ridiculous, he thought. How would he end up in an unfamiliar room when he was robbed? Everything here was white, but it clearly wasn't a hospital room. He didn't feel any pain, anyways, despite the feeling of his head exploding.

Not knowing who or what to expect outside this room, he decided to find out. Slowly and quietly opening the door, he found a hallway he didn't recognize, either. No pictures on the walls, nothing to hint who was living here. Only now, while he was making his way to the living room, he hit on the idea that this might be Julian's apartment. Of course!, he thought. He must be at Julian's, he got into the cab with him, after all.

No, no, NO!, he thought, NOT good! How the hell did he end up here?

When he walked into the living room, he found Julian sitting at the table and reading the newspaper. "Good morning!" he said with a smile on his face after turning around to look at Greg. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like I was in a coma..." he replied sarcastically. "What the hell happened last night?" He kept standing in the doorway with the most uncomfortable look that's ever been on his face.

Julian told Greg about what happened after they got into the cab, but, of course, only told half the story. He told Greg he overestimated himself with the drinking and that the cab drove them to Greg's apartment, but he couldn't find his keys so Julian offered him to stay over night. In reality, Julian slipped Greg hard drinks and Greg fell asleep in the cab. They never went to Greg's place, he planned to take him home.

After Greg sat down on the table as well, Julian got up and handed him a coffee.

"Thanks." Greg smiled embarrassed. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I usually know when to stop drinking... I don't know how that happened..."

"Ah, don't sweat it! I'm glad someone finally was able to use my guest room! How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a train last night," Greg laughed humorlessly. "Did I lose my keys?"

"I'm afraid so. You didn't have it in your pocket, but maybe you forgot it in your car?"

"I hope I did, though I'm pretty sure I locked it. And I need my keys outside the car to be able to do that. Well... Nick has a spare key, anyways."

Julian looked a bit weird when he heard that. "That's good... Are you hungry? I made some pancakes."

Greg shook his head. "I feel nauseated, I'm afraid I couldn't keep them inside me for too long."

Julian had a compassionate look on his face, he felt really bad for Greg. He even felt a bit guilty for being the reason he felt sick, but thought it was worth it. After all, he really enjoyed watching Greg sleep. He did it for almost an hour before going to bed. But other than that, nothing happened.

"Where's my phone?" Greg asked, still looking very tired and hungover.

"Here it is. I took it out of your pocket to make you more comfortable." Julian handed him his phone.

"...Thanks..." He checked the time on the phone. "3p.m.? How long did I sleep?"

"I think we arrived at..." Julian stopped to think. He couldn't tell him the real time he fell asleep, he needed him to believe that he lost his key and that enough time passed between getting in the cab, driving over to Greg's and driving here. "7a.m., maybe?"

Greg tilted his head back. "Wow, there goes my day off. We need to be at work in eight hours. Nick's probably asleep..." He thought about calling him to get his spare key, but he didn't want to wake him up, either. Killing the time until Nick woke up here with Julian wasn't a good option, either, though. He decided to send Nick a text message, hoping he'd read it when he woke up. "I guess I should go now..." he said, not knowing where to go.

"But you don't have your keys."

"I know, I'll just... I don't know, I don't want to bother you any more than I already did..."

"Well then it's a good thing you're not bothering me at all!" Julian gave him a big smile. "Stay as long as you want to!"

"Thank you..." he said sheepishly.

Four hours later, at 7p.m., Nick finally called Greg.

Greg didn't tell him the whole story, only that he lost his key. Nick offered to pick him up from wherever he was, but Greg told him he'd rather meet him at home, which he did.

When Nick opened the door, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Greg, you look horrible!"

"Oh really? Because I feel so great," he said sarcastically, but with an ironic smile on his face.

"What happened?"

"Listen, could you just give me my keys, please? I just want to go home, take a shower and get ready for work." He really wasn't in the mood to tell Nick what happened, since he already knew how he'd react.

"Didn't you plan to go see a movie with Julian? I guess you changed your plans, huh?" Nick laughed.

Greg just gave him a look, grabbed his keys and left.

"Hey, you want me to drive you?" Nick yelled after Greg, but he just walked away.