Three days earlier:
"Kyle, man what happened last night?"
"Stu! Dude, you were awesome! I won like five hundred bucks betting on you." Kyle's voice was like thunder booming in Stuart's head. He winced and held the phone several inches from his ear as he turned the shower on.
"Um, okay. Great for you. What the hell was I doing? I woke up covered in something sticky.
Just something sticky, Kyle.
My place is trashed and I feel like I've been run over. What happened?"
"Well, first there were those girls from Eastern..."
Stuart wasn't listening anymore. He had turned to grab a towel and caught sight of his reflection. There was not only what looked and smelled like chocolate syrup smeared all over him, but there was also an unmistakeable ring of lipstick decorating his - personal parts.
Stu had lived his entire life in luxury. He had done some wild things, some crazy things, some things he wasn't proud of and sure, a few things that he couldn't really remember, but to not even remotely have any recollection of a hummer? Yeah, he was officially on the wagon.
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