Acknowledge fear is an illusion

Today was my good friend's birthday, and he splurged on dinner for us, planning to party the whole night.

We were all college students with no lesson tomorrow, so naturally, we were all in.

After dinner, we headed straight to the nightclub, ordered two cases of beer, and started playing darts while drinking.

Later, feeling it wasn't enough, we bought some red wine too.

By the end of the night, everyone was so drunk they were sprawled on the sofa, completely out of it.

I could hold my liquor reasonably well, but I was still a bit tipsy. The air in the room was too stuffy, so I decided to go to the restroom to splash some cold water on my face to sober up.

As I reached the restroom door, I accidentally bumped into someone. I opened my mouth, trying to apologize, but couldn't hold back the nausea and ended up vomiting all over.

It was unbelievably awkward, since I vomited right onto the person I had bumped into..

"I'm so sorry, so sorry," I quickly apologized, trying to lift my foggy head to look at the person supporting me. "Your clothes..."

When I saw his face, my mind went blank.

He was exactly my type.

Under the influence of alcohol and his accommodating manner, we ended up heading to the hotel next door, under the pretense of helping him clean his clothes.

……

When I woke up the next day, I was alone in bed. I searched around but couldn't find any note.

I knew the nightclub could be chaotic, and this sort of thing wasn't unusual. Although I was drunk, I had come willingly.

Still, I felt a bit disappointed because last night was genuinely enjoyable.

I was not the kind of person who did this often, and last night was actually my first time being so bold, mostly because of the alcohol.

I had hoped to get his phone number for further contact, but unfortunately, he was gone.

I sighed, got up, and dressed. My clothes were neatly placed on the sofa, probably by him before he left in the morning.

Just as I put on my shirt, I heard the door open. I didn't have time to hide before the door swung open.

"You didn't leave?"

"You were up?"

We spoke simultaneously.

Seeing him come in with things in hand, I felt a small thrill of happiness.

"Yeah," he said, placing the items on the table and glancing at me, clearing his throat. "Get dressed and freshen up. Let's have breakfast."

Only then did I realize my clothes weren't properly on, and my face flushed red. I quickly grabbed my clothes and dashed to the bathroom.