Frida's Folly: An Intergalactic Adventure of Recklessness and Romance

The only thing I can recall is the smell.

The dim lighting in the room, and the heavy curtains that covered the windows. The musky scent of sweat and sex. The smell of sex.

There was a lot of sex, and a lot of noise. People fucking, some whispering; others were simply too far gone to notice anything else, or perhaps they didn't care. At any rate, I was blissfully unaware of my surroundings after one drink too many. I vaguely remember sitting down at a table with some friends for some drinking games, and then...nothing. I woke up in the morning on a strange bed in an unfamiliar room, with a headache the size of Jupiter.

I didn't remember much from last night, but I remembered enough to know I had done something stupid. Something reckless and ill advised, like it was common practice for me. Still too hungover to move, I tried to recall more details from before I passed out last night and got drunk off my ass. It had been fun though, right? I couldn't really recall most of it, but there had been loud music playing and bright lights and drinks flowing freely, so it must have been fun! Right?

Yeah...it had been fun. There was that tall guy with the horns who kept trying to grind against me whenever he danced near the table. He smelled like...strawberries? And that girl who kept drinking from my glass when she thought I wasn't looking. She knew what she was doing alright...She seemed pretty wasted by the end of the night too—which reminded me: where were all my clothes? All I could see around me were pillows and blankets strewn about randomly; nothing looked familiar at all! My clothes definitely weren't here when yesterday's clothes went missing! Was this someone's bedroom? Who's bedroom could it possibly be in though? This place doesn't look anything like home—wait what? Did I just think "home"? What do you mean "what do you mean?" Home is where my stuff is! Good lord woman, get your mind out of the gutter!

I decided that sitting up would be a good start towards figuring out where exactly I was and why exactly I was naked in this stranger's house—and besides that, screaming my head off while still laying down without getting sick sounded more like torture than relief at this point. Slowly lifting myself up into a sitting position with my back against the wall behind me, I waited for my head to stop spinning long enough for me to catch my bearings long enough to figure out what day it was—and if any of my friends were still around after last night's debauchery.

Grasping for anything remotely familiar around me, there were a few things that stood out as recognizable: firstly, there were two doors leading towards opposite ends of this room; secondly, there were two large dressers along either side of the wall next to these doors; thirdly (there had to be three things), there was a small window on another wall opposite from me across from where I sat; fourthly (shouldn't there be four things?) there was a small lamp table beneath this window; fifthly (why did we ever have 5 things anyway?) there was an alarm clock on top of said table; sixthly (we need 6 things now) there was an empty bottle with something red inside on top of one dresser; seventhly (the 7th thing should be obvious) there was a soft looking mattress beneath me; eighthly (8th!? We're half way through already!) nine-tenths-of-me felt like shit while the other ten-tenths hurt like hell-on-earth which made sense considering how awful I felt this morning; tenthly (goddamn we're almost done now) there was one pillow under my butt and another next to my hand which felt...warmish? Softish? Wait a minute—I think something is moving underneath this pillow! What on earth is *under* this pillow?!

As if in response to my thoughts, whatever was under that pillow moved again slightly before finally revealing itself as its owner sat up slowly into view: An angelic face smiling gently at me, framed by messy blonde hair tousled about her head in every direction imaginable except for straight lines: Frida!