Post by metallicaevans on Apr 26, 2012 19:45:48 GMT -5
I begin to wake up, instantly feeling the pain in my head that was ever so familiar. Oh, mister hangover, how I have NOT missed you. I begin to open my eyes and pull the covers over my body but as soon as I reach for my covers, I realise there aren’t any. Confused, I attempt to open my eyes and get my covers from what I presume was down the side of my bed. I sometimes threw the covers off in my sleep, have done since I was about six. I clean the sleep from my eyes to find I’m not in my hotel room. I instantly have a sense of fear andworry.
Metallica
“Where ... where the fuck am I?”
I look around to see where I am. I’m in Rye’s luxery pad, his living room to be precise. I seem to have gotten wasted last night at the pub. Fucking hell, what happened last night? I stand myself up to find Rye’s living room had been trashed with beer cans, puke on the table and what I could only presume was a food fight. I look down at myself to find I was only wearing my bra and panties.
Metallica
“If Rye did this, I’ll knock the fuck out of him!”
I look around a bit more, trying to find out what could have possibly happened last night but all I found were empty beer cans, a box of condoms, a sink full of puke and a roll of sellotape. Confused, I venture further into Rye’s man-cave, finding gaming systems that looked quite modified, a computer with a spraypainted R design on it and a bookshelf with all the books being replaced by porno DVD’s. I roll my eyes at Rye’s collection and continue looking around.
I enter the kitchen, finding more puke in the sink, puddles of beer, an epic face drawn on Rye’s wall and next to it, more graffiti which seemed to say “Gold was here” in very bad handwriting. I took a closer look at the writing. Oh god, I know that handwriting. I mean, it’s a bit different but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen someone who who writes an L like that before. I just ... can’t remember.
Metallica
“God, how shitfaced was I last night?”
I exit the kitchen, almost slipping and breaking my neck on the puddles of beer as I do so. I decide to take a look in the toilet.
I pushed open the door and to my surprise, there was Rye. Sat on the toilet with his leg in the water and wearing nothing but a vampire costume cape that seemed to just about cover his knob and bollocks. I try to wake him but shoving him. No response. I try again. And again. And again. Nothing.
So I just smack him in the head. We wakes up after that.
Rye
“Eh, no ... not the anal probe!”
Metallica
“Eh?”
Rye
“Go away you ... you ... urgh, mmmm dohnuts ...”
I smack him across the head again, he wakes up FINALLY but seems to be unaware that he is only wearing a cape. He stands up and I instantly turn away from him as he yawns and spits a blonde pubic hair from his lip.
Rye
“Hello sexy”
Metallica
“Erm ... Rye. You’re naked.”
Rye
“... you’re point being?”
Metallica
“Get the hell changed, Rye. It’s bad enough just seeing the outline of it when you’re near me.”
Rye
“You know you like it.”
Metallica
“I would literally rather get a cheese grater and rip my fanny to shreds than see that thing.”
Rye unties the cape from around his neck and ties it around his waist, concealing his dick and bollocks for the time being.
Rye
“What happened last night?”
I turn around after realising Rye had made himself decent.
Metallica
“I think we got drunk and did some things and now we don’t remember.”
Rye
“No shit, Sherlock”
Metallica
“Do you remember anything at all?”
Rye
“I remember seeing a blonde chick ... but anything before or after that is just completely blank.”
Metallica
“Check the rest of the rooms. Run like hell if you see a tiger.”
Rye
“Good movie reference.”
Metallica
“Thanks.”
We attempt to go different ways, Rye headed to the first bedroom, me headed to the guest bedroom. As soon as I place my palm on the door handle, Rye looks back at me and asks:
Rye
“Why are you in your bra and panties?”
Metallica
“You didn’t do this as a prank?”
Rye
“N-”
Before Rye can finish, we hear a yawn coming from one of the bedrooms. Shit. Someone else was here ...
Rye figures out it’s coming from the room I’m about to enter and runs up to me, pushing me back and opening the door himself after saying the following:
Rye
“Wait, could be dangerous. Let me do it.”
I was both flattered and angered at the same time. Flattered that he actually cared about my safety, angered because he didn’t think I could handle whatever or whoever was on the other side of this door. I decided to go with being flattered. Rye’s a nice guy when he wants to be.
Rye pushes open the door, I soon follow. We look over at the bed to find a figure laying under the sheets, seeming to have just been awoken from sleep. Rye, still in front of me, walks over to the figure and pokes it vigourously, making sure whoever it was that they were awake. The figure began to move and pulled the cover from over it’s head. We were both surprised by who’s face appeared before us.
Rye and Metallica
“Hannah Madison?”
She smiles and tries to block out the sun with her arm.
Hannah
“Hey you guys ... last night was wicked.”
I began to get a bit nervous. I had told Rye my secret last night, he seems to have forgotten for now ... maybe it’s not such a bad idea to just go home and forget whatever happened here.
Rye
“Get the hell out of my bed, Hannah!”
Hannah
“Talk to me like that one more time and I’ll shove my fist so far up your ass that you’re gonna feel my hand next to your brain. Got that “mister assassin”?”
Rye kept quiet.
Until he thought of something to say.
Rye
“At least I’m not a blonde bimbo bitch.”
Hannah got up instantly from her slumber and began to clutch onto Rye’s crotch, squeezing tightly as she pushed him to the wall.
Hannah
“I studied science and history at college, got perfect test results, aced everything I did, studied greek mythology, studied hinduism and wrote several plays which follow morals. Also I’m not really blonde, I’m probably the most intelligent person on the roster and I could make you never have kids EVER with just one quick tug. So shut the fuck up, be nice to me and stop treating people like lesser beings, you peice of idle “black” bullcrap. Do I make myself clear?”
Rye nods. This was the first time I ever saw him this scared. Also the first time I ever saw this side of Hannah. She’s impressed me today. Girl power n’ all that.
Rye pulls a look of embarrassment. He must have felt like crap after what Hannah just did. She embarrassed him in from of me. And as we all know, he has a thing for me. I decide to let him know I appreciated him and that I actually liked seeing the softer side of him. Please don’t make that into a joke, everybody
... heh “softer side” 
I walked up to Rye and hugged him. his face just happened to fall down into my bosom. I saw him smile as he stared at them ... but I didn’t care all that much.
I looked back at Hannah. She leant against the wall and blew a kiss at me. I smile and mime a kiss back, Rye unaware of the fact that me and Hannah were sleeping together. That’s right. I’m bi-sexual. I didn’t want Rye to know. Just in case it changed his view of me. I’ll let him believe I’m free and “normal” for now but I’ll tell him some day.
I did tell him last night ... but hopefully he has forgotten that.
I push Rye off gently and we all look at eachother, all of us having little to no clothes on and still wondering what happened last night.
(Rye, carry on if you want)
Metallica
“Where ... where the fuck am I?”
I look around to see where I am. I’m in Rye’s luxery pad, his living room to be precise. I seem to have gotten wasted last night at the pub. Fucking hell, what happened last night? I stand myself up to find Rye’s living room had been trashed with beer cans, puke on the table and what I could only presume was a food fight. I look down at myself to find I was only wearing my bra and panties.
Metallica
“If Rye did this, I’ll knock the fuck out of him!”
I look around a bit more, trying to find out what could have possibly happened last night but all I found were empty beer cans, a box of condoms, a sink full of puke and a roll of sellotape. Confused, I venture further into Rye’s man-cave, finding gaming systems that looked quite modified, a computer with a spraypainted R design on it and a bookshelf with all the books being replaced by porno DVD’s. I roll my eyes at Rye’s collection and continue looking around.
I enter the kitchen, finding more puke in the sink, puddles of beer, an epic face drawn on Rye’s wall and next to it, more graffiti which seemed to say “Gold was here” in very bad handwriting. I took a closer look at the writing. Oh god, I know that handwriting. I mean, it’s a bit different but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen someone who who writes an L like that before. I just ... can’t remember.
Metallica
“God, how shitfaced was I last night?”
I exit the kitchen, almost slipping and breaking my neck on the puddles of beer as I do so. I decide to take a look in the toilet.
I pushed open the door and to my surprise, there was Rye. Sat on the toilet with his leg in the water and wearing nothing but a vampire costume cape that seemed to just about cover his knob and bollocks. I try to wake him but shoving him. No response. I try again. And again. And again. Nothing.
So I just smack him in the head. We wakes up after that.
Rye
“Eh, no ... not the anal probe!”
Metallica
“Eh?”
Rye
“Go away you ... you ... urgh, mmmm dohnuts ...”
I smack him across the head again, he wakes up FINALLY but seems to be unaware that he is only wearing a cape. He stands up and I instantly turn away from him as he yawns and spits a blonde pubic hair from his lip.
Rye
“Hello sexy”
Metallica
“Erm ... Rye. You’re naked.”
Rye
“... you’re point being?”
Metallica
“Get the hell changed, Rye. It’s bad enough just seeing the outline of it when you’re near me.”
Rye
“You know you like it.”
Metallica
“I would literally rather get a cheese grater and rip my fanny to shreds than see that thing.”
Rye unties the cape from around his neck and ties it around his waist, concealing his dick and bollocks for the time being.
Rye
“What happened last night?”
I turn around after realising Rye had made himself decent.
Metallica
“I think we got drunk and did some things and now we don’t remember.”
Rye
“No shit, Sherlock”
Metallica
“Do you remember anything at all?”
Rye
“I remember seeing a blonde chick ... but anything before or after that is just completely blank.”
Metallica
“Check the rest of the rooms. Run like hell if you see a tiger.”
Rye
“Good movie reference.”
Metallica
“Thanks.”
We attempt to go different ways, Rye headed to the first bedroom, me headed to the guest bedroom. As soon as I place my palm on the door handle, Rye looks back at me and asks:
Rye
“Why are you in your bra and panties?”
Metallica
“You didn’t do this as a prank?”
Rye
“N-”
Before Rye can finish, we hear a yawn coming from one of the bedrooms. Shit. Someone else was here ...
Rye figures out it’s coming from the room I’m about to enter and runs up to me, pushing me back and opening the door himself after saying the following:
Rye
“Wait, could be dangerous. Let me do it.”
I was both flattered and angered at the same time. Flattered that he actually cared about my safety, angered because he didn’t think I could handle whatever or whoever was on the other side of this door. I decided to go with being flattered. Rye’s a nice guy when he wants to be.
Rye pushes open the door, I soon follow. We look over at the bed to find a figure laying under the sheets, seeming to have just been awoken from sleep. Rye, still in front of me, walks over to the figure and pokes it vigourously, making sure whoever it was that they were awake. The figure began to move and pulled the cover from over it’s head. We were both surprised by who’s face appeared before us.
Rye and Metallica
“Hannah Madison?”
She smiles and tries to block out the sun with her arm.
Hannah
“Hey you guys ... last night was wicked.”
I began to get a bit nervous. I had told Rye my secret last night, he seems to have forgotten for now ... maybe it’s not such a bad idea to just go home and forget whatever happened here.
Rye
“Get the hell out of my bed, Hannah!”
Hannah
“Talk to me like that one more time and I’ll shove my fist so far up your ass that you’re gonna feel my hand next to your brain. Got that “mister assassin”?”
Rye kept quiet.
Until he thought of something to say.
Rye
“At least I’m not a blonde bimbo bitch.”
Hannah got up instantly from her slumber and began to clutch onto Rye’s crotch, squeezing tightly as she pushed him to the wall.
Hannah
“I studied science and history at college, got perfect test results, aced everything I did, studied greek mythology, studied hinduism and wrote several plays which follow morals. Also I’m not really blonde, I’m probably the most intelligent person on the roster and I could make you never have kids EVER with just one quick tug. So shut the fuck up, be nice to me and stop treating people like lesser beings, you peice of idle “black” bullcrap. Do I make myself clear?”
Rye nods. This was the first time I ever saw him this scared. Also the first time I ever saw this side of Hannah. She’s impressed me today. Girl power n’ all that.
Rye pulls a look of embarrassment. He must have felt like crap after what Hannah just did. She embarrassed him in from of me. And as we all know, he has a thing for me. I decide to let him know I appreciated him and that I actually liked seeing the softer side of him. Please don’t make that into a joke, everybody
... heh “softer side” 
I walked up to Rye and hugged him. his face just happened to fall down into my bosom. I saw him smile as he stared at them ... but I didn’t care all that much.
I looked back at Hannah. She leant against the wall and blew a kiss at me. I smile and mime a kiss back, Rye unaware of the fact that me and Hannah were sleeping together. That’s right. I’m bi-sexual. I didn’t want Rye to know. Just in case it changed his view of me. I’ll let him believe I’m free and “normal” for now but I’ll tell him some day.
I did tell him last night ... but hopefully he has forgotten that.
I push Rye off gently and we all look at eachother, all of us having little to no clothes on and still wondering what happened last night.
(Rye, carry on if you want)