“Let me get you a glass of wine. What kind do you like?”
“Don’t know really. I’ve never had any. Aren’t you supposed to be older to drink it?”
“Well, yes…. So they say. But I say a bit of what you fancy does you good. Here, try this.”
She sips at the deep red liquid and pulls a face. “Ugh! That’s horrible. How can people drink that?”
“You don’t like it? Never mind. Try this instead. It’s vodka and orange.”
“Oh, yes. That’s much nicer.”
“Good. You like that. Here, let me top you up.”
*****
Shelley wakes to the dull grey light which crawls through a dirty window.
She doesn’t know where she is.
She starts to sit up then lies still again as a blinding pain stabs behind her eyes. There’s a horrible taste in her mouth and she feels sick.
And she’s thirsty. She’s very, very thirsty.
Pain or no, she has to find something to drink, so she sits up, pressing at her forehead….
Where are her clothes?
She looks down….
She’s naked….
Scrabbling around, panicking, she finds a man’s shirt among the sheets in the bed and puts it on, then realises that she needs the bathroom….
…. And if she’s not quick, she’s going to heave up where she is.
Stumbling through the door, she finds herself in a strange living room. Cans and bottles are strewn all around and Jason and Adam both grin up at her where they sit, each with a cigarette in one hand and a beer can in the other.
The room smells stale and sour and…. there are her clothes….
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