Larry began to stir, his head throbbing something fierce.
Note to self: Fireball bad.
He leaned up in his bed and brought a hand to his forehead to try and ease the pain as the events of last night came back to him. Getting the cold shoulder from Maya, heading to the bar to forget about it, meeting that cutie Adrian…
Crap! Did I get her number? I can't remember! I don't even know how I got home!
Rummaging through his pockets, he was disappointed to find no pieces of paper. He looked through his phone for several minutes, trying to see if perhaps she'd saved it somewhere. He even looked over his body to make sure she hadn't written it somewhere on him. Nothing.
Letting out a defeated sigh, he drug himself out of bed and headed for the bathroom for some aspirin and a shower. Before he opened the medicine cabinet however, he took notice of something in the mirror. Leaning in closer to get a better look, he read the words written on his forehead.
Call me
Adrian
The name was then followed by seven glorious numbers. Larry grinned and jumped for joy, quickly whipping out his phone and saving the number. Even he wasn't stupid enough to shower before committing this number to memory.