Another late night of drinking was had between Beccy, Chris
and Scott but this time he was sure the posh lady from radio 4 had been there
but he wasn’t completely aware of what happened. Then as he yawned and stretched in from of
the mirror as he did every day, doing this since he’d spent time with the ‘Hoff’. It boosted his confident and made him feel
like he was not a man, but a love machine.
That’s when he gasped and noticed that he had scratches from his
shoulder and all down his back. Slowly
he turns and touches the mark and in doing so winces because it feels so
tender, racking his brain as to what the hell had happened, he is then made
aware that he is being watched.
Beccy stirs in a bed, not knowing where she is realises
that she’s still dressed she lifts her head and when doing so feels like
someone is pressing it against a concrete floor. She didn’t even try and think about what had
happened the night before, she couldn’t even feel her tongue; which meant she
was extremely dehydrated and needed a drink.
Noticing there was a glass of clear liquid on the unit beside the bed
she reaches over for it, funny how she managed to be so sensible and take a
glass of water to bed with her but yet she couldn’t take her clothes off.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
She freezes, now realising where she is and recognising the voice. She turns to see Chris sat on the edge of the
bed wearing what looked like spider-man pyjamas. She begins to laugh at his pyjamas but they
realises it’s not that funny at all, the fact that she’s waking up in his
bed. He reads her mind and instantly he
shakes his head.
“You and Scott last night were on fire!” She gasps, thinking the worst.
“I swear if you two were a comedy act in a competition you
would have floored anyone else out there.”
She sighs and lays back down wondering how much it would hurt to
actually try and stand up. They both
turn as the man with no voice enters with two coffees, Beccy looks up and
smiles and he smiles back.
“I really enjoyed last night Beccy.” She glares at him, all this time he had no
voice and now she’d discovered why. Joe
Pisquale and David Beckham eat your heart out because the man with no voice
sounded like a 3 year girl. She breaths
in, wondering what to say because she had no idea what he was talking
about. She carefully sits up taking the
coffee off him and smiling lightly, looking over at Chris she sees him
laughing. She frowns.
“What’s so funny?”
She asks him.
“Your face is a picture, he’s winding you up.” Relief flows over her body like a cascading
shower.
“Ok so does anyone remember what happened last night? And where’s Scott, I hope he’s making
breakfast or on his way back from McDonalds with food!”
Chris then explains to Beccy what had actually happened
last night, it turned out that Beccy had passed out in Chris’ hallway on her
way out and the others had decided just to put her to bed in the spare
room. They had put a glass of water by
her bed, but in the middle of the night Beccy had slept walked into the
kitchen and poured the water away and had more vodka then once again passed
out. She was found in the lounge and
Chris and him with no voice had found her this morning and she awoke because
they had just picked her up ‘bumps style’ and dumped her back in the bed. Chris had just put the vodka down and as he
did smelt it and realised what it was, but she still didn’t believe him so she
grabbed the glass and smelt it. Jumping
up and heading towards the en-suite and throwing up, she could hear the other
two laughing and heard Chris sing ‘I told you so’.
As Scott turns round Kathy is stood there in Scotts dressing
gown smiling holding what looks like a leather strap, her hair is wet so she’d
obviously been and had a shower this morning.
Gasping, and looking in the mirror at his back once again he turns to
her.
“What the?” He
says. She laughs so much her head falls
back, he used to like her because he thought she was the posh lady from radio 4
but at the moment she looked like she had a pretty evil laugh and what the hell
was that in her hand. Watching as she
pulls leather strap through the belt hoops of her jeans, that’s when he
realised that it was a really think belt.
“Did you really think?
Ok don’t answer that.”
“No, of coarse not”
He’s now wishing it had happened, she did look quite reem in HIS
dressing gown.
“Oh yeah sorry, hope you don’t mind but I used your shower
and borrowed your dressing gown.” Scott
is still stood there mouth open, wondering if he was dreaming.
“Oh by the way those scratches, was that Alsatian!” She shouts from the other bedroom.
“That’s when Beccy wakes up and tries to drink the
vodka….” Scott walks in and the room
goes silent, he sits alongside of Beccy and puts his head on the back of the
sofa. Being at work with a hangover was
not normally an option for him, but this was the last time he was going to
drink.
“So here’s the legend!”
Chris says.
Scott turns up his lips trying not to smile too much, how he
loved compliments from people, but he didn’t want to seem big headed.
“I’m still drunk.” Says Beccy.
“Me too.” Scott
replies, he turns as he replies and as he locks eyes with Beccy it all comes
flooding back to him. His heart is
beating so fast and loud he can’t even hear what else is going on, her face is
burning hot because now all the emotions and feelings have come back to
her. She flinches as he accidently
touches her leg, they both stare at each other the urges come back but then as
they start feeling it they both jump up and rush to the toilets.