How Not To Be A Groupie

I couldn't believe it. Real, actual hot water came out of the shower head. The lights still didn't work and I had the flashlight on the counter but what a relief to have hot water cover me in its embrace. Angus had called in a pizza last night and sure enough Bon woke up hungry. He didn't mind the other two staying with us and it gave him someone to talk to. It was one in the morning before I decided to turn in to bed and Bon, like the gentleman he was, insisted I have the bed. The men all wished me sweet dreams and I jumped into bed, falling asleep almost immediately. I woke up to a silent hotel room, thinking Angus and Malcolm left sometime during the early morning. Surely none of them got any sleep. Exiting my room I still didn't see them so I hopped in the bathroom and took a shower.

That's where I was now; scrubbing a good amount of shampoo into my hair and forgetting my doom of making the ultimate choice later this afternoon. Today was the first day of the rest of my life. And no matter what I decided to do, there would be some regrets.

Needless to say I wasn't looking forward to it. My shower could only distract me so much.

As I grabbed the half empty bottle of soap I heard something. Something frighteningly akin to a cough. Thinking it was purely my imagination, already overactive from my latest worries, I ignored it.

Then whoever coughed also sneezed. Thank God I was near a toilet, I was about to shit myself.

The bathroom door was closed, right? I had closed it....but had I locked it? Unfortunately I was naked so even if I wanted to see what was going on I couldn't without giving them a show. Realizing it was my only option, I slowly pulled the curtain back and saw Malcolm standing there in the dim bathroom looking absolutely exhausted.

Using the toilet.

"Hi," he muttered. "Sorry, I'll only be a second."

"I-I thought you went back to your room," I stuttered, forgetting I had a pile of shampoo on my head. The thin shower curtain was barely enough to conceal myself and I clutched it with two hands.

"Bon let me stay," he said. "Angus left, though." He zipped himself and flushed, heading for the sink to wash his hands. I couldn't tell if he was a little drunk or just tired from staying up so late. "I would have waited but it was an emergency. Ya' know how it is." He kept his eyes averted and for that I was grateful. "Bon's been livin' like a caveman," he muttered, looking at the broken light bulbs. I wasn't sure Bon minded. He was after all, a bit wild. "Nice hair. See ya'." Malcolm left the bathroom, closing the door after him.

There was one regret I'd have for certain if I went back home. Giving up having experiences like that one.

When I emerged from the bathroom, clutching my towel tightly around myself, I saw Malcolm face down on the couch, snoring. I only saw him for a second before Bon blocked my view, holding a can of spray in one hand and a shirt in the other. Of course, he wasn't wearing one.

"Sorry about the smell," he said, giving the living room a good spray. "Most of it's gone but I'm sure some of it's lingerin' on Mal here." Malcolm looked like he didn't want to be bothered. Bon caught sight of my towel and grinned. "Ya' goin' on tour like that?"

"Yeah," I said rolling my eyes. "Sitting next to you."

"Great," he said. "Don't mind me, jus' pickin' up after last night." Last night....As I looked around the room I couldn't help but wonder what happened last night?

I went to bed relatively early so it must have happened after I left. Pizza boxes in a pile by the door, that was obvious. Several pairs of white socks were on the coffee table in a pile, questionable. Malcolm unconscious on the couch, I could guess. Three mugs of stale tea on the kitchen counter, a fan blowing by the window. A newspaper was hanging on the wall by a pocket knife and there were lines drawn across it in black ink; I had no fucking clue. Bon noticed me staring at it and nodded at it.