Who: Roger and... When: Sunday morning. Where: Hotel in California. What: Waking up. Rated/Status: PG-13, language, sexual references. Complete, one-shot.
Roger opened his eyes, and, first off. It was way too fucking bright. His head was pounding, and he couldn't remember the night before past… well, past the fourth shot. They'd found a couple of good prospects in California and would start drafting the contracts on Monday, but Saturday had been for celebrating. There'd been lots of drinks and lots of girls and it was all sort of a blur. There'd been dancing and a familiar blonde, a cab ride back to the hotel that had involved very little personal space. Nothing good.
He reached out his arm and stretched, and found his fingers winding around long strands of hair. Hair the wrong color. He jerked his arm back and a girl rolled over next to him, smiling sleepily. She didn't bother pulling up the sheet and it was pretty clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Oh God. "Hey, English."
Roger just stared at her for a minute, bits of the night before coming back to him. "Hey, Sam," he finally said, wanting to just die right there. What the fuck had he done?
Sam just smirked and rolled out of bed on the other side, slowly shimmying her knickers back up her body. "You know, after this summer I was put out you never owled, but I think I just might forgive you after last night."
Roger groaned and covered his face with his hands. "We didn't."
Sam laughed and leaned back over the bed, tugging her bra free from the mess of sheets. "Oh, we did. Don't you remember?" She pouted faintly, tilting her head, blonde hair cascading down her neck. The same way it had last night before she'd dipped her head and…
"It's coming back to me," Roger managed, rolling his legs out of bed. His whole body felt heavy. Sam tossed him his boxers and he offered her a weak thanks. She pulled her dress over her head and stepped around the bed to him. "I had fun," she said, kissing first his cheek, then a proper kiss goodbye. "She never has to know," she said softly, reading his expression, and the thought made Roger sick. "What happens here, stays here. And you're always welcome to visit."
Sam turned and grabbed her shoes, tucked her purse under her arm. "You've got a meeting at noon, might want to get moving. Keep in touch this time, alright?"
The door clicked closed and Roger stared at the empty space.