A Good Friend

The next day, Daren woke up and saw that he was already in his room. He didn't remember what happened last night, all he remembered was that he was chatting with Marco and then he felt a hand touching his body.

"What exactly happened last night?" he mumbled while rubbing his head which still felt dizzy.

He sat himself on the bed, then looked to his right which turned out to be two maids sitting on the floor and fast asleep. In the hand of one of them, was a piece of cloth.

The man finally realized that the pajamas he was wearing were not buttoned at all. And the bed felt a little wet with his sweat. "Why can't I remember anything at all that happened last night? And how am I supposed to get home when the party's over?"

"You're awake," said a man sitting by the door as usual.

Daren turned around to find his bodyguard standing up from his chair and walking over to him. He asked about what happened last night, and how he got home.