Hide the Dead Girl (Pt. 2)

Robin shambled bleary eyed down the stairs. He tries desperately to avoid the debris left from last night’s party. Empty beer cans, party food stomped into the carpet greet him as he gets closer to the foot of the stairs. With each step, the aftermath of the chaos from last night becomes painfully clear and to top it all off is the massive pile of puke is waiting at the bottom.

“For fuck sake,” Robin sighs as he carefully steps over the putrid mess. His head is spinning. “I will clean it up’,’ Robin tells himself, ‘’but later... not now, definitely later,” because, as he knows only too well, if he doesn’t do it, no other fucker will. But that’s future Robin's problem. Right now, he can’t face doing anything. His head feels like it’s been on fire and then put out with a spade. His body aches, every step he takes sends a sharp shooting pain directly to his brain. His mouth is so dry he could sand a table with his tongue. "A big glass of water, two paracetamols, and then back to bed, that’s the plan, that’s the schedule for today, nothing else," Robin tells himself as he walks past the doorway to the living room. He is about to enter the kitchen when he stops in his tracks. He turns around slowly and peers into the living room. Laying on the sofa fast asleep is a young woman. She is beautiful. Robin can’t help but stare. Her short dark hair, her olive skin, her short tight black dress revealing her long silky-smooth legs. Robin suddenly feels like a pervert, letching over this poor defenceless young woman. Robin comes to his senses. He edged into the room and gently whispers to the woman, “hello... hello?” She does not respond. “Hello... are you alright?” Robin continues.

But still no response from the mysterious lady.

Robin starts to become a little concerned. What does he do if she wakes up? What does he do if she doesn’t?

He hasn’t had much experience with the ladies, especially young, attractive, unconscious ladies. He decides he needs help from the one man he knows has had experience with both conscious and unconscious females, his flatmate Lewis.

Robin hurries to the stairs forgetting about the pile of puke. “Ah fuck!” he declares as his foot sinks into it. He holds down his disgust and hurries up the stairs rubbing his foot clean on the carpet with every step. Lewis’s door is ajar which, is unusual, so Robin proceeds with caution. He knocks lightly on the door. “Lewissss,” Robin whispers, but there is no response. “Lewisssssss,” still nothing. Robin decides to go in.

Lewis’s room is exceptionally neat, everything in its place, some might say almost feminine in its décor, which has always surprised Robin as Lewis is such a messy fucker in every other room of the house. The room is dimly lit by a ray of light beaming in through a crack in the curtains. Lewis is facedown in bed, his face buried in a pillow. Robin tiptoes to the foot of the bed. “Lewisssss,” he whispers once more. Still no response. “FOR FUCK'S SAKE, LEWIS, WAKE UP!" Robin barks. Lewis opens his eyes.

“What?!” He snarls, not lifting his head from the pillow.

“Did you pull last night?” Robin questions.

“Does it look like it?” Lewis answers as he rolls on to his back. He slow slides up the headboard until he is sat upright. "Have you woken me up just to ask me that?”

“No, it’s just... there’s a girl... downstairs... on the sofa... asleep," Robin says suddenly, unsure as to why he needed to tell Lewis this information so urgently.

“So fucking what?” says Lewis, feeling the same way. “Maybe she’s with Theo?” Lewis questions.

“I don’t think Theo is here, his room is empty,” answers Robin.

“Well, there you go, then. The dirty bastard probably banged her on the sofa,” Lewis runs his fingers through his hair then rubs his head vigorously like he has a flea.

“Why he can’t just take them to his room, I don’t know,” Lewis stops scratching and looks at Robin. “I don’t want to sit in his jizz!” Lewis says this with an accusative tone, but Robin is unsure why.

“No, neither do I!” Robin says quickly, just to remove any doubt that Lewis may have about Robin’s attitude towards sitting in Theo’s ejaculate.

“So, what’s the problem?” Lewis asks Robin.

“Nothing! It’s just... I think I remember this girl from last night... but I don’t know why.”

Lewis rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “I don’t remember a single thing about last night. Let alone some tart Theo picked up”

Robin looks confused. “So, who is she?”

Lewis thinks for a moment.

“Let’s go and find out.”