Re: Balcony
When morning finally came, sun shining through the blinds and causing her to groan and roll over, away from it, escaping back into the warmth of the mattress and blankets. But the sun had already done it's job in rousing her from sleep, and finally eyes squinted open to look out over the bedroom.
The bedroom that wasn't hers.
It was enough to get her moving, rolling over to find herself alone in the bedroom, a stream of accented curses falling from her lips as she sat up, scrubbing her eyes with the heels of her hand. She had known the night before that this wasn't going to end well, but she had followed along anyways, half-drunk and needy for attention. It served her right, Chloe thought, as she glanced at the note he had left on the nightstand, crumpling it up in her hand as she dropped it to the floor at her feet. This was what you got when you went home with strange men at strange parties, and didn't even bother to get their name.
It didn't take her long to find her clothes, dress, panties, shoes, her handbag, and after a quick check to make sure she had her phone, Chloe was out the door, pulling it shut behind her and ignoring the stranger's offer of coffee. It was likely shite anyways. "I need a cab, please," she was saying into the phone as she stepped out into the morning sun, her brown hair a tangled mess, makeup smudged, and hardly the picture of perfection she attempted to show the world. "I'm at... Fuck. Hold on." A glance around didn't give her any identifying landmarks, and it took walking down to the nearest intersection to even find the street. Rattling the intersection off, Chloe sat on the bench for the bus stop, fiddled with her heels, ran fingers through her hair, and attempted to feel anything else other than regret for the evening prior.