The unusually small and saggy mattress shifted a bit and she realized she was not at home even before she opened her eyes. The grey light filtering in through the egress window gave no clue to the time of day. But over there, on a desk, were her True Religion jeans and the hot pink, sequined top she wore to the bar last night. Where were her UGGs? She was seriously going to be pissed if she lost her black Elseys.
She heard a shower start outside of the room so she figured she had time to sit up and look around. Brrr, it was cold in here! She climbed out of the bed and stepped into her jeans. And there, under her clothes was a nice surprise. At least her Dooney and Bourke East/West Tote was here.
Hmmm. Pottery Barn Kids curtains and bedding. A movie poster from Dragon Ball-Z. And a shelf full of figures from those stupid Japanese cartoons. Good God. Did she sleep with a Geek? Across the room was a second desk with a full-on hard core gaming console set up. Shit. She did.
A dog barked. At least he doesn't have cats. Nothing worse than a single gamer with cats. Unless it is.....
She heard a woman's voice talking to the dog. The door to the room was not closed all the way and she quickly ducked down beside the bed. Her heart was pounding. What did she get into last night? Oh hey! There were her Elsey boots.
The woman knocked on what she assumed was the bathroom door and shouted, "Good morning, Sweetie!" There was a muffled reply from in the shower. Foot steps on the stairs. Then the shower turned off.
She quickly jumped up and checked her hair and face in the surfboard shaped mirror. Dang! That hairspray really did hold. But she was missing one of her eyelashes. She quickly pulled the other one off, rubbed her front teeth with an index finger and waited.
He came in wrapped in a towel and pulled the door closed behind him. "Did my mom come in here?" he asked nervously.
"Nope," she replied with a smile. He was totally hot. What a relief! Also pleasing was the fact that the woman was his mom and not his wife.
She stood there awkwardly while watching him dress with his back to her. Nice ass. Lucky jeans. She might just be able to overlook the computer games.
He turned to her. "Um, can I give you a ride back to the bar? Is your, ah, car there?"
She put on her perkiest face: "Oh! Which bar did we meet at?" He mumbled the name of one of the places she and her friends had planned on going to last night. "Yeah. I don't think I drove last night."
His face fell. "I could, uh, give you a ride home I guess."
She grabbed her purse. "That would be great!"
"You have to be totally silent getting to the garage, ok?"
"Sure!" she smiled, adding a big-eyed blink and a nod so he would know she understood. Tipping her head slightly she asked, "Did I have a coat?"
"I didn't see one. Here," he said and tossed her a fleecy hoody. She caught it and put it on thinking how sweet he was to give her his sweater.
At the landing half-way up the stairs he opened the door and shooed her into the garage. "Mom?" he shouted, "I am going out for Starbucks!" and quickly pulled the door closed behind him. He grabbed his keys off a hook on the wall.
"Who keeps their car keys out on a wall in the garage?" she wondered to herself. When the garage opened she had her answer. The Suburbs. Good God. What did she get into last night?
She climbed into the passenger side of his compact SUV. "I love Starbuck's," she offered.
"Um, sure. We could grab coffee, I guess. Where do you live?"
"Near campus. On Third and Washington."
His attention perked up. "Oh! You go to the U?"
"Nope," she giggled. "My cousin does. I just live with her."
Did he just slump a bit in his seat?
Pulling out of the neighborhood she looked around. "Where are we?" she wondered aloud.
"Um. I live in Timberdale." At least it was an affluent suburb!
"Oohh!" she cooed. "Isn't there a DSW Shoe Store out here?"
"Yeah?" he cautiously answered.
"Can we stop there? I want to see if they carry the replacement liners for UGGs."
"I....guess," he said. What the hell did he get into last night?
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