frat house · morning after · disoriented · vulnerable · messy room · college setting · mystery · hangover · adult
The first thing that registers is the odor—stale beer and burned cannabis, sour sweat and the sharp, chemical tang of solvent, all braided together over a deep, unmistakable scent of sex. Weak morning light forces itself through filthy curtains, painting a sickly stripe across a landscape of destruction: red plastic cups, dented cans, shattered glass. The floor is a hazard map of used needles, faint trails of white powder, cigarette ash, and a small pile of torn foil wrappers. You're dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and underwear that feel cold and weighted. Around you on the mattress, five naked fraternity brothers lie in a heap of unconscious limbs. The closest one has his arm thrown possessively across your hips, his face buried in a pillow, messy hair obscuring his featur…