CHAPTER TWO: MELISSA
This day was not going according to plan for Melissa Belfield. She woke up late, just to experience a horrible hangover that made her retch up anything she may have eaten, ever. After the vile contents finally finished spilling out, she flushed them away, and took notice of her surroundings.
The nice pale coloring of the whole room was very soothing, and it was reflected in just everything, from the walls, to the faded honey carpets, and sleek curtains dimming the sunshine from wall-length windows in the corner of the room. Letting her eyes flit around the chestnut wood of furniture, Melissa saw a wide array of photographs containing a young man with copper hair and ambitious eyes in various stages; drunk, well-groomed, and drunker.
It was just then that she two things popped into her head. One, she didn't know that man. Two, this wasn't her house.
In the midst of realizing she was late for work, exhausted, and nursing a mystery hangover due to who knows what happened last night, Melissa perceived that the room she was in was not hers.
Was she hallucinating? Or possibly dreaming? Pinching herself, and yelping from the unexpected twinge of it, Belfield concluded that she was not. But what to do now, in reality? She racked her brains for something to grasp at, but confusion and loss of memory confined her to simply checking the area she'd woken up in. It wasn't exactly a stellar start for someone so addicted to "Detective Bronson" TV Thursdays, but it'd have to do.
Tangled bedding upon a rickety yet soft bed awaited her. Amongst the mess she found a variety of clothes - male and female. Tripping upon sheets and garments on the ground to get a closer look, she stubbed her toe in the mess of it, causing Melissa to look down to examine her wound. It was only then that Melissa grasped that those clothes were most likely hers, though they weren't quite on her. Simply put, she was absolutely stark naked.
Cursing at her stupidity for getting involved in this situation and failing to see it sooner, Melissa quickly started pulling clothes on as mental pieces fell into place. Obviously, she had been drunk as hell in some pub somewhere. She'd then picked up some bar trash, gone back to his place just before her huge conference at work, and screwed him for all it was worth, by the looks of the bed.
After getting her plum sweater on, Melissa got a whiff of the cotton. It nearly made her run right back to the bathroom to heave up some more.
Besides the smell of a typical bar bathroom, body odor, and other fluids that resulted from last night, Melissa concluded that it was safe to say she smelled worse than a dumpster. There was no way she was wearing this, late or not. If she was already tardy, why not spend a few more minutes making sure she didn't look like a disgruntled stripper?
She tentatively opened the bedroom door to find herself in a considerably smaller kitchen, which gave her even more reason to breathe through her mouth. Upon a not-so-white table in the middle lay her bag and a note most likely from last night's Prince Charming. Scanning the scrawling mess of handwriting, Melissa deciphered a hastily written message:
Babe,
I got to go to work. Sorry for the short notice. I didn't have time for much or to write much, so do what you want, I guess. Your bag's on the table, your stuff's probably in it, and your car's outside. I think you mentioned you got work today, too, so I hope you don't find this that late.
When I come home, I hope I'll see your dirty little face again, baby, but if you gotta go, that's alright with me. Call me, sugar: 1-523-443-1606
Bryan "Sexy Bear" Montiago
Gagging in disgust at her decision to go to town with this guy, Melissa crumpled up the note and shoved it into her bag, all the while navigating the flat as best as she could. At last she found the front door, and slammed it behind her. Thankfully, her car was undamaged, parked on the curb of a line of shoddy brick apartments. Digging in her mess of a bag, she found her keys, and floored it, racing back to her apartment. Once there, she changed like lightning, and was soon on her way back to the massive empire of the Harvey Stock Market, hoping and praying that she wasn't that late.
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