With a big yawn, Brian arched against his comfortable bed and stretched his arms. No alarm sounded, as it was a Saturday and Saturdays were for sleeping in. Of course, he knew that he could be called at any moment with a dental emergency, but that didn't bother him. If anything, he looked forward to doing some mind-numbing work on a kid that was too stupid to wear a mouth guard while skateboarding downhill. Ever since Monday, when he had woken to see his body bruised and face swollen, he had been in a fog. He went through the motions, but nothing was real. It was like living in a dream world, and all he wanted to do was wake up. His eyes opened to take in a ceiling that wasn't his own.
Suddenly, things were much more real than he'd ever want them to be.
With a strangled gasp, he immediately began running his hands over his face and body. He felt no cuts on his face, and the swelling on his face was already going down. His palms skimmed over a set of clothing that wasn't his own, and he looked down to take it all in. He didn't recognize any of it, not even a little - these were not his clothes, and this was not his apartment.
He scrambled to his feet, cold sweat clinging to his neck as he vigorously patted his sides, trying to locate his wallet. Nothing. He could feel beneath the clothing that wasn't his that he was wearing his sleep outfit beneath it, complete with sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. So why was he wearing this nonsense? And how had he gotten here - and obtained the clothing - without his wallet? Had it been stolen?
Backing up slowly, he tip-toed across the room, trying to keep his breathing under control when all he wanted to do was scream. A few slats of light streamed through the room, illuminating the shapes of two sleeping bodies. Though he couldn't see their faces well, he didn't recognize anything about them. The girl's blonde hair was foreign to him, as was the man's curly mop. He had fallen asleep in a room with strangers while wearing strange outfits. This looked very bad.
Just as he was about to break through one of the windows and bolt, he saw a man standing nearby. His form was illuminated by the meager morning light, revealing that he, too, was a complete stranger. Putting on a smile, Brian approached him. Though he didn't know the other two, he kept his voice low out of respect, not wanting to wake them. And really, if he could get out of there before more people saw him, he'd be much better off.
"Hey," he said quietly to the man, waving slightly. "Good morning." He paused, looking around the room. "You wouldn't...happen to know what happened here last night, would you?" He didn't see any evidence of drugs, sex, or alcohol - this was unusual - but there was no way that four people fell asleep in a shitty place like this wearing the clothes they did while all of them were sober. "I guess things got pretty crazy here, right?" He hoped that he was wrong.