The second the door to the bedroom closed her head snapped up, and she looked around. The bed she was sitting on was queen-sized with a sturdy wooden frame. Nothing special. His sheets were plain white and the comforter was brown, neither of which matched the dark blue curtains hanging over the single window. Directly across from her was a dresser and she saw her dress neatly folded on top of it, her small purse sitting beside the dress.

Looking down at herself, she could see he’d dressed her in a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. What was more disturbing was she couldn’t even remember him doing so. While she did remember agreeing to go home with him - and it had made sense at the time - she didn’t remember anything after being carried out of the club. And she flushed when she remembered that.

It had felt nice. Almost too nice.

Distracting herself, she continued her perusal of the room. There were a few framed play posters on the walls, and she assumed they were shows he’d been in... or maybe just shows he’d been to and really liked? A half-full bookcase in the corner had her getting up to see what was on it. Ouchie... moving hurt a little. Her nipples rubbed against the t-shirt, the soft fabric feeling much more abrasive on the little buds than against the rest of her skin. The bookshelf was mostly scripts. Humana Festival books. A few graphic novels.

And other than that, there wasn’t anything else to look at in his room, unless she wanted to explore his closet. Since the door was closed, it just felt a little too nosy. She could move locations to the bathroom but...

For some reason she didn’t want to leave this room. It was like a little cocoon bubble of safety. Michael was out there. Further conversation was out there.

Explanations for why she was such a freak would happen out there.

He’d been really nice about it, but he had to have questions. Who wouldn’t?

“Ugh... I suck,” she muttered as she made a beeline for her purse. Fortunately her phone battery was still half full.

Who to call though? Angel was the first person who popped into her head, but Angel was really close friends with Michael... which was part of why she’d popped into Ellie’s head, but the cons might outweighed the pros on that one. Lexie was probably the better choice. Hopefully, it wasn’t too early in the morning to call her.

Practically doing a little nervous dance as the phone rang, Ellie almost pumped her fist with relief when Lexie answered.

“Hello? Ellie? Are you okay?” Lexie didn’t sound sleepy, so at least Ellie hadn’t woken her up.

“Hi, yeah, I’m okay I think,” Ellie whispered into the phone.

“Why are you whispering?” Lexie whispered back.