All characters are 18 years or older.
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BZZZ!!! BZZZ!!! BZZZ!!!
Shawn groggily rolled over in bed to shut off the alarm clock, but with his eyes still tightly closed, and having just been woken from a heavy sleep, his first attempt only managed to knock the clock to the floor.
"Ugh...damn it," he swore as the alarm continued sounding from its position on the floor. He pushed himself halfway over the side of the bed to reach the clock and finally shut it off. Shawn then pulled himself back up into bed trying to hold onto the last few seconds of comfort and warmth his bed provided before finally sitting up and blearily opening his eyes.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Shawn's head pounded, an obvious result of the heavy night of drinking. Looking back on it, Shawn was surprised he had managed to get home.
Sharon, his girlfriend of 3 years, had broken up with him last night. Apparently, she didn't see them having a future together. Something about their goals being too different. Shawn had asked for something more specific, but she had just been increasingly vague in trying to explain it to him. As she struggled to explain how something that had lasted for 3 years with little issue could simply fall apart, Shawn's temper got the best of him and he ended up throwing some cash down on the table of the restaurant they were at and walking out.
The ring he had been carrying for two months sat heavy in his pocket. He found the nearest pawn store and hocked it for a decent amount. From there he headed to an Irish pub down the road from his house. After the first few shots, and a couple of beers, his memory started to get hazy.
Just then his cell phone started buzzing on the nightstand. Shawn looked over at the brightly lit screen and saw his buddy, Liam's, goofy face staring back at him. He reached over and answered the phone.
"Hey, what's up?" he said, as he stood and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Well, at least it sounds like you are alive. What happened to you last night man? We were having a few drinks, I got up to take a piss and when I came back you were gone."
Shawn blinked a couple of times trying to recall seeing Liam the night before, but no matter how hard he thought about it, the last coherent memories he could think of was sitting alone at the bar.
"Oh, uh sorry about that. Honestly, I don't even remember hanging out with you last night, or even how I managed to get home."
Liam laughed, "Yea, you were pretty trashed by the time I got to the bar. Ah, well. If you aren't in too rough of shape today there is a party tonight on campus. Should be a few girls there that could take your mind off of Sharon."
As Shawn heard the name his heart gave a small jolt and it felt as though pain was shooting through him. He felt the beginnings of tears in his eyes and immediately pushed back against those thoughts. "Yea. Yea man, I am definitely in. I need to get out of the house any way, otherwise I'm going to drive myself crazy," he said as he pushed the button to start the coffee brewing.
"Cool, I'll pick you up later tonight, take it easy man." Liam said as he hung up.
Shawn sat in the kitchen and listened to the sound of the coffee percolating, willing away any thoughts of Sharon. He picked up his phone again and started looking through his history to see if there were any other surprises waiting for him from the night before. As he scanned through he saw what he assumed was the call he made to Liam and not much else, until he checked his text messages.
"Oh, shit!!!"
Shawn looked down at about 10 unanswered text messages that he had sent to Sharon, all at varying times throughout his binge drinking. They started with the usual break up frustration, but quickly devolved into begging for her to come back to him, and then proceeding to call her any name he could think of, before finally finishing off with the pathetic, and cliched drunken apology.
Shawn let the phone slip out of his hand to clatter onto the counter, as he slunk down in his chair trying to think of any possible way that this could get worse. Then, as the universe tends to do, it got worse.
The phone chimed and Shawn looked at it quickly, seeing a message from one of his little sister's friends, "Who is this? Why would I want to look at your dick?" Her name was Hannah. Shawn had always thought that she was cute, with a slim figure, small breasts, a tight ass, and deep, dark grey eyes that just seemed to draw you in when you looked at her. Hannah had been friends with his younger sister for years and they had always gotten along amicably, but he knew that she had caught him on a few occasions when he had allowed his eyes to follow her black, shining hair down to that firm ass as she walked. Hannah had always just giggled a bit, while he tried in vain to appear as though he was looking elsewhere.