"What good taste?" Dontae joked, smiled. As they entered the store he began to rummage lightly through an assorted pile of shirts, but overall seemed disinterested. His gaze strayed often from the fabrics of the clothes, and over to his friend. He started to wonder just when these feelings of attraction had started; as if such a thing were something that could come out of the blue, and not gradually build up over time.

"You see anything you'd wear?" Dontae asked, raising his voice a little so Phillip could hear him, as he'd already managed to make it to the other side of the store. "Need some help there?" A store clerk asked in return, she was undoubtedly trying to sound friendly but her tone came off a little annoyed. As if it wasn't her job to greet and help customers, or maybe she just aggravated at Dontae for having yelled across the store.

"Uh, just browsing," Dontae replied. He was slowly picking his way through a clothing rack, his finger tips just neatly touching the hangers. The young man wasn't even all that intrigued by the clothes on the rack, but he'd wanted to seem preoccupied so that the clerk might leave him alone. She scoffed at him lightly and moved on.

Despite that the store had seemed appealing from the outside, now that Dontae was looking at the clothes nothing really stuck out. He walked back over to Phillip, to see if his friend hadn't found anything interesting, or at least suitable for tonight's wear.

"You have very good taste if you didn't notice, your always very well dressed." Phillip told him as they were entering the store.

As soon as the got in there Dontae started looking at a section of clothes and Phillip wandered over to another set of clothes then another one and another one and eventually he ended up at the other side of the store.

"Umm more than likely..." Phillip half yelled back stareing at the rack of clothes infront of him picking up a shirt that was a blue t-shirt that had some white writing and a shirt that was was black long sleeved and had a grey strip across its midsection.

As Dontae walked over to him he tried to really look for a shirt. Phillip wanted to get a shirt that would make him look really good for the party he would tell everyone, but if he really admited it it was so that he could look really good for Phillip.

Phillip wondered when exactly he began to be attracted to his good friend. He figured that it must have been just before he and Dontae started living together.

Phillip Looked over at Dontae as he came to his side. Phillip held up the two shirts he had been looking at. "What do you think of these shirts with the pair of jeans I have at home?" Phillip asked Dontae.

Dontae took a look at the shirts Phillip was showing him, pinching one and rubbing it inbetween his fingers as if curious of the material. "Yeah, that'd look good..." he commented, trailing off a bit. It took the young man a couple of seconds to recall just which pants Phillip would be talking about.

"Wait, yeah! That'd look really good," Dontae said, almost with added enthusiasm now that he had a clearer picture of the outfit in his mind. He had nearly let slip, 'you'd look good in anything' but managed to refrain from the compliment, feeling as if it might be coming on a bit strong - even for close friends. Dontae, as usual, had to once again toss thoughts of attraction from his mind. It was becoming hard to bare with.

Putting his hand on Phillip's back Dontae gave him a light push, in the direction of the till. "Well, you want to get them?" He asked, his question coupled with a friendly smile.

Phillip watched Dontae exam the two shirts an tried what seemed like to see what they would look like with his good jeans and as soon as Dontae though about the one Phillip was thinking about he agreed hapily This made made Philip smile and blush a little but trying to hide it, No he had to put his feelings for his friend back away outta his head. It was coming more and more difficult to not think about Dontae, expecially when Dontae put his hand on Phillips back and started pushing him towards the check -out. "Ya I think I'm ready then." Phillip laugh as he was being guided by Dontae. They finally reached the check-out and it was there turn in line to be helped, Phillip set the 2 shirts on the counter and the girl started ringing them up but started flirting with Dontae. Phillip felt very jelious and annoyed so when the girl told hi m his total he practicly threw the money at her and picked up his bag and stormed out.

((forgive me if this sounds stupid I am literly half asleep.))

((Don't sweat it, tiredness is understandable. :P ))

Dontae smiled out of politeness to the girl as she tried to come on to him, but didn't really return it. He was acting rather ignorant to the most of her flirting, as the only form of interest he displayed was his clear lack of it towards her. Dontae seemed a bit surprised when Phillip rushed out, having been also rather oblivious to his friend's jealousy. "Hey, wait up!" He called, running after his room mate.

"Do you really hate shopping that much?" Dontae laughed, although he wasn't meaning to be insensitive to the situation if his friend was upset. They both sat down on a nearby bench, and Dontae slung his arm around Phillip's shoulder. It was meant to be a friendly gesture, and nothing more.

"Should we go find out where Jane ended up?" Dontae asked, in some attempts to cheer his friend up - if he was indeed feeling down about something. The young man removed his arm and stood up, ready to go look for Jane before even getting an answer.

As Phillip heard DOntae shout for him wait up he slowed a bit and let him catch up. When Dontae had asked him if he really hated shopping that much in that kinda joking voice Dontae got when he was trying to find something out but at the same time make light of it. "No, it's just that girl was...bugging me, thats all." Phillip said then getting butterflies in his stumic when Dontae put his arm around his shoulder even though he knew it ment nothing to Dontae. Dontae asked him if he wanted to find where Jane ended up this time and before Phillip could respond Dontae had removed his arm and stood up not waiting for Phillips answer. "Yea I'll bet ya shes already started to try to find her way back. How many people do you think shes asked for directions so far?" Phillip asked slightly laughing wanting the change of subject now that Dontae had brought it up he wouldn't have to tell Dontae why the girl bothered him. Not that he would if Dontae asked anyways, he'd probally brush it off or something. Phillip got up and stood next his friend,

A huge grin appeared on Dontae's face at just who he saw in the distance. The lady of the conversation, Jane, was wandering around, confused as always. "That makes six," Dontae guessed, as he watched their friend ask a man stationed at a kiosk for directions.

"Maybe we should just wait to see if she notices us," The young man laughed, looking at Phillip. Despite the joking notion he walked forward to wave at Jane, shouted her name once to catch the her attention. Jane seemed overjoyed to see them both, running over with a story of how she got lost ready on her lips.

"Oh, boy, I'm glad to see you two! You'll never guess what happened..." She began, but Dontae cut her off. "You got lost in the mall, again?" Dontae said, finishing her sentence. Jane blinked a couple times, "Yeah! How'd you know? Anyway..." She followed by blabbering on about her story, and all the people she had to ask for help. He rolled his eyes slightly.

"Were we in the store for that long?" Dontae muttered to Phillip, seeing as Jane had already gotten lost in this short amount of time, finished her shopping and had stories to tell about it. The three headed back out to the entrance of the mall, once it'd been decided they had everything. If Dontae and Phillip hadn't been there with Jane, it might have been a while before the girl located her vehicle alone. It'd be a miracle if Jane could ever remember where she parked. Dontae sighed, almost wishing she'd forget where he and Phillip lived, so she'd stop coming over unexpectedly.

Jane ended up dropping the two off back at their apartment. "See-ya guys," She said, leaning back from her seat to give Dontae an unwanted hug, and also Phillip. "Good bye Jane," Dontae grunted, trying to get out of the car to avoid any further contact. She was an oddly energetic girl, to say the least.

Dontae stopped at the entrance to the apartment complex, knowing he couldn't get in as he hadn't brought a key for it, or their apartment's door. He waited for Phillip to come unlock it.

Phillip called to Jane and waved her over he wanted to be at home to get ready and who knows how long it would have taken Jane to actualy notice that they were standing there.

Phillip chuckled when Dontae finished Jane's sentence and rolled his eyes when she went on with her story of getting lost in the first few minuets of shopping spending the rest of the time asking for directions.

Phillip couldn't help but give a little chuckle at Dontae's coment on Jane's story and he just shook his head.

The three headed to the parking lot Dontae and Phillip leading the way cause Jane could never find her car, he often wondered how she did it when she was by herself.

Phillip just watched out his window all the way home thinking about the party that night and fun it would be to go out with Dontae.

As they pulled up to Dontae and his appt. Jane gave Dontae and him a hug he could tell Dontae hated it he hated most signs of touching or affection. Philip just tried being polite and tapped Jane on the back lightly. "Bye Jane." Phillip said not even looking at her as he was gtting out of the car.

Phillip walked to catch up to his friend and took out his keys and unlocked the door. As soon as they were in he took his mailbox key and checked the mail, nothing but junk mail. He put it under his arm and locked the mail box up and started up the three flights of stairs to there apt.

As soon as he reached his appt. door he opened it and walked in putting the junk mail in the junk mail basket the at he had gotten sometime ago and walked over and put his new clothes in his room and came back out and plopped on the couch switching on the tv.

"Have we ever considered taking the elevator?" Dontae said, as they walked up the stairs to their apartment. He knew Phillip preferred the exercise, and in all honesty he didn't really mind it either.

When Phillip came back out from his room Dontae was picking at more of the left overs, even though he was getting a bit sick of them. He thought that maybe they should have gotten some food when they were at the mall, but figured there'd be things to eat at the party later, so it didn't matter much.

Dontae let out a sharp wolf whistle as Phillip came out in his new clothes. "Looks good," He said, smiling. The young man ended up going to his own room to pick through his clothes and figure out what he wanted to wear. Eventually, Dontae sat down with Phillip to watch television, considering there wasn't much else to do.

When it came closer to the time they'd be leaving for the party, Dontae went to fix his hair, among other things - to ensure he'd look at what he considered 'his best' for this night out. "Are you going to drive or should we call a ride?" Dontae asked, raising his voice so he could be heard throughout the apartment. He was beyond overjoyed that Phillip was still around, considering that meant there was no time for him to back out of the invite. Dontae was glad to know his room mate was actually coming with him, not that he'd doubted it too much.

When Dontae whistled at him in his new clothes it just made Phillip turn beat red. The two sat together watching tv until it was almost time for them to get going he saw Dontae go off to his room and get ready so Phillip decided that he would do the same. He fixed his hair the best he could and threw on some of his colone, he loved wearing it but it was too good for work so he wore it rarely. He heard Dontae yell to him about weather he wanted drive or if they should get a ride. Phillip wanted to drink at the party and he knew that if he drove he couldn't. "You should call us a ride so that both of us an drink." Phillip yelled back to Dontae. He already knew that Dontae was going to wanna drink. Phillip finished getting ready and made sure he had everything he need like breath mints and money and even a condom that he kept tuckted in his wallet just in case he got really drunk and some girl suduced him or something like that, he never knew what would happen at those drunken parties and it was best to be prepared.

Phillip walked out of his room and went over to Dontae's to see if he was ready yet and watched him finish getting ready without saying a word.

Dontae laughed lightly at Phillip's response, almost relieved in a way that his friend was going to drink too. Not to mention, he liked the idea of having to deal with a possible hangover better if he knew he wasn't going to be alone in his misery.

Dontae, finished with his preparations, walked passed his watchful room mate to go get the phone and make a call for a ride. He caught a whiff of Phillip's cologne as he passed him by, finding it rather alluring. The young man called one of the only other people he knew would be attending: Brian. Brian was a friend Dontae really didn't know that well, he always seemed quite soft spoken but was apparently quite the ladies man. Yet, Brian seemed so willing to offer people favor's that Dontae knew he wouldn't deny the request for a ride. He'd been the one that'd passed on the party flyer to Dontae in the first place.

It was going to take Brian around fifteen minutes to make the side trip to Dontae and Phillip's apartment, maybe more if he couldn't find it right away. Luckily, he'd just been about to get into his car when Dontae called his cell, so it wasn't too out of the way to pick them up. "Got us a ride," Dontae said, grinning considering he'd pinged it on the first call. The two spent a few moments up in their apartment as they waited, then went downstairs to meet Brian.

Brian pulled up in a slick sports car, and with a ride like that, no one would complain that he'd shown up twenty minutes later than expected. Dontae got into the back of the car a bit more respectfully than he had Jane's, considering the thing was expensive, new. There was a rather ditsy looking girl in the front seat, so Phillip and Dontae would be forced to sit together again - not that Dontae minded.

"Hey Brian," Dontae greeted. Brian returned a cool, "Hey" back, he had a vague sort of Japanese accent to his English. "Brian, Phillip. Phillip, Brian," Dontae introduced, gesturing to both of them in turn. Brian went to shake Phillip's hand, after which he began to drive off towards the party. He didn't bother to mention the female's name, although Dontae assumed it was just another one of his girlfriends; woman who were closer to one night stands.

When they'd made it to the building the party was being held at, Brian insisted he was going to go drive around a bit more, and simply dropped Dontae and Phillip off. Dontae didn't really care, but waved good-bye anyways, walking off to the building with Phillip. The party was being held in a rented out basement, one that, Dontae soon found, was pretty damn huge and already packed with people. It was furnished as if the average house, and it had various rooms as well as a kitchen in it. A mini bar, pool table, snack shack, and a fair amount of couch seats for anyone who didn't feel to stand around or dance were just some of the things one could see - even just from the entrance.

Dontae smirked as he walked in, and tried to tell Phillip he'd 'be right back,' over the blast of the music, but ended up getting caught in the crowd. First things came first, though, and the young man made his way over to the bar, planning to get plastered before things even began. Dontae didn't recognize a single face in the room, yet he knew by the end of the night he'd know most of them.

Phillip waited with in the apt. with Dontae for a few minuets and then went down with his and saw that Dontae's friend had a really nice sports car and some blonde bimbo in the front seat so he would have to ride in the back with Dontae, never a bad thing. Phillip nodded at Brian and shook his out streached hand and then they took off to the place where the party was at and Brian dropped them off saying he wanted to do some more 'driving around' Phillip just shook his head and got out and walked up this the house with Dontae and when he got into the really large basement of the house he saw that they just about everything in it that you could want. He bearly heard Dontae say that he would be right back over the noise of the rather large crowd but saw that he was headed over to the bar but Phillip decided to go check out the snack area cause he hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. Phillip walked over to the snaks and saw all of the typical party snack food so he got him self some chips and dip and a soda and went and found a comfortable place to sit down until he was done eating, he always made it a rule never to drink on a empty stumic it was just a recipe for hangover city. He munched and looked around at the people dancing and drinking and hitting on woman and such he didn't a single person there so he stayed quiet and looked around to see if he could see Dontae. He spotted him at the bar getting his drink on, cause of coarse Dontae loved to be drunk. Phillip knew this cause of all the nights he had come home and would pass out some where and have a hangover the next day. Phillip finished his snack and decided that it was time for him to get some drinks in him. Phillip got up and threw away his trash something alot people weren't doing since there were wrappers and coke cans covering most tables and he walked over to the bar and found a seat close to Dontae and got a coke and rum and started to drink it.

Dontae had already made friends with two rather flirtatious ladies to the right of him. Yet, they were the kind of girls who would be 'friends,' with anyone who would offer them a drink, and in result Dontae wasn't really all that interested.

"Hey Phillip!" He said, seeing his friend take a seat nearby. He didn't have to shout quite as loud as when they'd come in, as the music drained out some around the mini bar - although it was still hard to hear over everyone's chatter. Dontae let Phillip continue his drinking and downed a few gulps of a two six he'd managed to get his hands on. Asides from the booze on his breath there wasn't much to Dontae that'd show he was drunk, save maybe his added out goingness and that sort of tipsy manner most people gained when intoxicated. The young man was damn sure he could walk a straight line like this, although if he ever had to try it'd show his boastful confidence was only because of the alcohol.

After a while Dontae leaned over in his chair towards Phillip. "Thanks for coming!" He said, close enough now he didn't really need to yell that much. One of the girls he'd been talking with earlier tried to regain his attention, but Dontae nearly pushed her away. His interest was on Phillip, and as his sobriety slipped away so did his ability to hide it. He stood up and slung his arm around his room mate, swaying slightly - although it was more so to the beat of the music and not due to his intoxication.

"Come on, lets go," Dontae said, clearly ready to lead Phillip somewhere. He was acting all buddy buddy in a way that seemed as if he'd have to be convincing to make him come.

Phillip had downed his first drink and was on his second drink and had a couple girls try to get him started in a conversation, but he wasn't really interested so they ended it quickly and moved on to talking to the guy next to him. Phillip had a lower tolerance for alcohol so it was hitting him faster and he was already tipsy only halfway through his second drink and then Dontae called his name and this made Phillip whip his head towards his roommate and Dontae thanked him for coming. "No problem man I'm glad to be here for you." His filter was slipping from his brain due to the intoxication. When Dontae came over and put his arm around Phillips shoulders and started swaying to the music it made his heart skip a beat. When Dontae had told ushered him away from the bar his heart started to flutter rapidly and his imagination being able to escape his careful filters started imagining where Dontae was leading him although he didn't care where they were going as long as it was with Dontae. Phillip just downed hte rest of his drink setting it on the bar and nodded to Dontae and let him pull him to where Dontae was going.

Dontae wasn't even all that sure where he planned to take Phillip, but it was that sort of spur-of-the-moment, drunken idea that didn't really need to be well thought out; it just happened. Eventually they'd come to a hall that held rooms and a couple bathrooms, others located in other sections of the basement. It was fairly empty, and considering the night was young, not many of the rooms were occupied either.

Dontae, leaning on his side against the wall, pulled his friend that much closer to him with his arm which still laid around Phillip's shoulders. He removed his arm only to have his hand's climb up his room mate's new shirt, their lips touching as Dontae kissed him. With that kind of ignorant, pushy confidence that comes with drunkenness, he wasn't expecting any form of rejection - even if what he was doing would probably be considered taboo to his sober mind. In the moment no onlookers would be noticed, and even if they were, they'd easily be ignored because Dontae already knew there wasn't anyone who knew the both of them; no one that mattered.

It'd felt like he'd been waiting for this forever, although there was part of Dontae that held a sort of unhappiness to know this was only happening because he was drunk. Yet, that regret was quickly lost in unsteady thoughts. He kissed Phillip again, feeling like every time his feelings had been hid from his friend was meaningless; all of it being rectified with the kiss.

As Dontae pulled Phillip through the crowds to a deserted hallway and leaned against it his heart started to pound and his palms to sweat with antisipation and when Dontae pulled him closer and dropped his hand and brought it under Phillips shirt Dontae's hand felt like it left a trail of fire across his stumic and chest and when there lips touched it felt a shock had gone from his lips to the rest of his body making his heart feel like it was going to beat straight out of his chest he kissed Dontae back not caring if anyone saw them even though he would never have had the guts to even allow this when he was sober he knew this was what he always wanted. Phillip snaked his hand timidly up Dontae's shirt, his skin felt like creamy hot silk under his finger tips. Phillip knew he wanted more but didn't know how to ask for it or if he should and for a second a sharp pain of wonder came into him wondering hist was just because Dontae was clearly drunk, if this would never happen again or even if he would lose Dontae over it....but Phillip pushed that thought away because it hurt to much and he had Dontae right here and right now and thats all that mattered he'd take the results of it later. Phillip couldn't get enough of Dontae's lips they tasted intoxicating and felt so soft and right but wrong against his own.

If he wasn't so lost in the sensualism, Dontae might have acknowledged the joy that came with his friend returning the favor. He pushed his tongue gently into Phillip's mouth, pressing it against his friend's own. There was something other than the pure lust that drove him, a feeling that was also that strong tie, bond between two friends that made this seem like so much more.

Dontae's hands pulled Phillip's shirt half way up, to reveal his bare stomach. His finger tips ran across his friend's hips, but didn't dare to reach any lower. His lips brushed over his room mate's neck, which he paid some attention to, leaving a faint hickie mark - as if for later proof any of this was really happening. He could better smell the cologne Phillip was wearing now with how close they were, and the scent was blissful.

Dontae pulled away slightly just as a woman in a drunken stupor bumped into them on her way to one of the bathrooms, and it pushed them that much closer together. Yet, the bump had knocked a second of sense into the young man, and he quickly pulled away from Phillip, realizing what he was doing.

Dontae stood there in momentary shock. He'd loved ever second of what seemed like forbidden actions, yet his mind was now relining itself with all the reasons as to why this was so wrong. Dontae had to deny himself pleasure due to his own insecurities once again, moving away from the hall, from Phillip, and rejoining the party. He would try to continue the night as if nothing happened, or at least try to drink himself into passing out; part of him wishing he wouldn't remember the events the next day, the other part wanting to hold onto them forever.

As Phillip twirled his tougue Dontae's it tasted like heaven then Dontae had moved to Phillip's neck slightly sucking it Phillip knew it would leave a mark on him and he was glad that it would be some real proof of this. Phillip could feel his blood pumping as Dontae's hand moved to his hip but then a drunken girl had stumbled past him pushing Dontae further on top of him and this made Dontae pull away from him and look at him in shock, the second Dontae's lips left his he felt like a bit of him self was torn away and when Dontae gave him that knowing look and and away so suddenly Phillip just stood there in shock for a moment thinking about what had happened and trying to process the pain that Dontae's look and leaving him left behind. He pulled himself together after a minuet and went over grabbed a bottle of rum that some one had left by the couch and he bolted out the door and sat on the steps by himself welcoming the fresh air because he felt like he couldn't breathe and broke out his pack of smokes that he only smoked at parties and lit one up and took a big swig off the half full bottle and leaned up against the wall of the house just trying to force all his feelings and hopes and dreams back into where they belonged replacing the filter where it was suppose to be he finished his 3 or 4th cigarette and got up and stumbled back into the party being careful not to go over to the bar because he knew thats where 'he' would be, Phillip couldn't even think his name right now fearing just thinking his name would split him in two. Phillip reaking of rum stumbled over to the dance floor and asked some girl with blonde hair and a tiny black dress to dance he asked her a little too loudly but the girl was either to desperate or too drunk to care and he began to dance with her and then went and sat with all her friends letting them hit on him Phillip saying to himself over and over that he wanted women, that he was no fag, that he was sexy enough for any woman to want him and he wanted them back.

Dontae took what he considered a well needed shot of vodka, too drunk to even really taste it, barely realizing it was pouring down his throat. The girls who'd been with him earlier were still around, but they'd found some other guy to latch onto. Dontae laughed when he realized who it was: Brian. The same Brian who'd given him a ride to this place. For the young man, the party was starting to spiral downwards. "Oi! Dontae, you don't look so good," Brian commented, noticing him. The same blond he'd had in his front seat was still lurking in the backdrop, she was apparently loyal but didn't seem to display much jealousy towards Brian's current show girls. "Wheres Phillip?" Brian asked. He was good with names, and had remembered Phillip's.

"Fuck Phillip.." Dontae said, before leaning over his seat near the bar and puking. He usually knew his limits, but he'd gone past them tonight. Dontae hadn't meant to say what he said about Phillip, or even phrase it in that way, but thats how it'd come out. "You should take a break from the bar, man," Brian said. Even if Brian and Dontae weren't close friends, he was a good guy, and didn't really want to see Dontae succumb to alcohol poisoning, or something of the like.

Dontae would have ignored Brian's advice and kept on drinking, if he wasn't doubling over to regurgitate what few stomach contents he had. He got a hold of himself, leaning on the bar for balance. "Can you call me a cab?" Dontae asked. It was surprising he could even coherently ask for one. The most of the crowd had kind of edged away, to avoid stepping in the vomit. Brian had already whipped out his cell phone, and he seemed to know the number by heart; probably to ship off some of the girls he had stay over at times. Dontae was blacking out, blurring in and out of reality and forgetting most of what was going on. In retrospect, the young man would have perhaps realized this hadn't been the best thing to wish for. Regret was nothing that'd help him out, though.

When Dontae came to, even if things were still pretty blurry, he was just barely able to recognize his own apartment. It felt strange, though, like it wasn't home. He'd been passed out on the floor infront of the bathroom, and from the look of things, he kind of assumed he was there alone. He could taste his own bile in his mouth and it wasn't long before he ended up with his head slung over the toilet. He made all the little promises of never getting drunk again, the kind you make when you realize you've gone to far. The kind that come about, but you know you can't keep. Dontae knew he couldn't keep them, but the thought wasn't occurring at the moment. Finally sure he had nothing left to puke, he managed to make his way to his room, lay down in the piles of clothes and deceive himself into thinking their comfort meant he was on his bed. He was already in such denial with what had happened with Phillip that he'd managed to forget the event, although it was unlikely the memory wouldn't come back later. He passed out, or maybe just fell asleep, once again. Everything could wait till tomorrow.

Phillip didn't hear from Dontae again that night in fact he really didn't remember what happened with the rest of his nigh after sitting with the girls....Phillip remembered vaugue memeories of a taxi ride...but it wasn't to his apt. he didn't know whose it was. When he woke up he rolled over and moaned out pain quickly noticing that he was on the floor a bathroom with no shirt and the distinct taste of bile in his mouth, whose bathroom he wasn't sure. "Must have been some party." Phillip said to himself he had completly surpressed the whole thing with Dontae. Phillip got up and went out of the strangers bathroom and stumbled out to what must have been the living room he saw a girl in a short bath robe drinking a cup of coffee reading a magazine sitting there, she looked up when he came in. "Morning, feel better?" She asked. Phillip was very confused he usually didn't go home with random women. Phillip scatched the back of his head. "Yes..who are you? Where am I? Did we do anything last night? Where's my shirt?" Phillip stammered out slowly. "I'm Renee, In my apt., no we were going to until you couldn't stop puking and ended up passing out on my bathroom floor, you puked on it so you took it off it's in the dryer now." Renee said looking at him very sadly. "Are you alright now? last night you seemed very upset about something. Like you wanted to drink yourself to death, it was part of the reason I brought you here, you said you didn't want to go home and I thought you were cute." Renee explained to him.
Phillip scratched the back of his head again. "Ummm thanks, yea I don't even remember most of the party, don't know why I would be upset...umm do you think you can call a cab for me and get my shirt for me?" Phillip said in a confussed and lost tone. "Yea sure." Renee got up whipped out her phone from her purse on the coffee table and called while she was walking over to the dryer to get his shirt. She came back and tossed him his shirt, Phillip slipped it on. "There on there way." Renee simply said. "Thanks, for everything Renee." Phillip said and kissed her on the cheek and left the apt. wanting fresh air while he waited for his cab. As soon as the cab cam he told him his address. As soon as they got there he paid the driver and got out unlocked his door took the elevator being to tired for the stairs and got to his apt door opening it quitly not wanting to wake Dontae expecially if he had any company and Phillip just colapsed on his bed still dead tired.

(( Because of school test finals, I might not reply as much over the next three or four days. Sorry for this slight absence~))

Dontae had heard faintly the door clicking when Phillip came home. He was almost too out of it to piece everything together. As the young man glanced up from the floor to a clock, realizing it was well into the next day, he did feel it was a bit strange that Phillip hadn't gotten home till then. It wasn't like Phillip couldn't spend a night out, Dontae just couldn't remember the last time he did.

The next time Dontae came to, it was late afternoon. His body ached and his head hurt worse. Even the sound of his own movement as he shuffled to the bathroom would cause his head to pound. He nearly shouted, cursing himself or maybe just gravity, when a bar of soap fell to the floor from the sink, its landing noise becoming intolerable. But, he managed to refrain from it if only because his throat was feeling rather hoarse.

Dontae made his way to the toilet, upchucking what was, at this point, only his own water weight. When his nausea subsided his headache still remained. He ended up washing his mouth out with bother tap water and Listerine, then brushed his teeth to help dispose of the retched taste on his tongue. At this point, he considered himself to have two options: take a shower and cool off, or go get a drink and go back to sleep. He picked the latter, feeling too sick to stand in the shower; although he wished he could, having felt almost feverish from his hang over.

Dontae could only assume that the party had been worth this headache, but he didn't recall much after the initial first two hours or so. Tidbits were coming back to him, but they were little pieces of things that didn't mean much alone. He eventually made it to the kitchen, poured himself a large glass of water and sluggishly moved to the couch. He sat down, trying to ignore every little sound in the apartment complex - all which seemed far too loudly amplified. He put his hand on his forehead and sighed, leaning his neck back on the couch's rim. He was starting to remember vaguely what had happened before he blacked out, but it wasn't anything special. He even remembered what'd happened with Phillip, but he'd dismissed it as a begotten fantasy of his - a dream, and not a real event.

Phillip got up being woken by a clunk in the bathroom but just tossed and looked at the clock seeing that it was late afternoon he rolled over and got a drink from the bottle of water that he always kept next to his bed because he was always thirsty in the morning but it didn't seem to get the bile taste out of his mouth so he rifled around in his night stand drawer and popped in a altoid. Phillip didn't have as servere of a hangover as he would have expected though. 'must have been that I ate something before drinking.' Phillip thought to himself. Even though his head killed and he seemed to have super hearing he heard Dontae walk down the hall and some rustling in the kitchen. So Phillip just lay in bed thinking and trying to remember what happened at the party the night before. It was quite odd that Phillip had ended up at someone elses house, for one cause he couldn't remember the last time he stayed over anyone's house. I was unlike Phillip, responceable old Phillip to ever wind up at some random chicks house, he thought hard, there must have been something that happened that made Phillip go over the edge... As he started to think harder and harder he could remember everything before he blacked out and bits and pieces of things after that, like dancing, Phillip didn't dance so that was odd, and sitting with a bunch of women,he was a pritty shy person. It was like he was remembering someone elses night because he would never do the things he had done last night. He even remembered what happened with Dontae, but did as usual brushed it away before he could really inspect it any closer, Phillip just passed it off as a dream that he must have had 'it must be invading my memory damn dreams.' After that he put an end to trying to think about his night because it hurt his head to much Phillip thought to himself not really wanting to say anything out loud for feeling his throat being all sore and throbbing. Phillip knew what he needed to feel better, he'd helped Dontae get over so many hang overs before. So Phillip dragged himself to his feet quietly opening his door and set off down the hall towards the kitchen. Phillip didn't say any thing when he passed Dontae who was sitting on the couch with a cup of water. Phillip got into the kitchen and got out the coffee and started making a rather strong pot of coffee cause he knew it would help better than anything, for his throat and to help wake him up and his headache. Phillip popped a couple of peices of toast in the toaster, another trick for hangovers dry toast. Phillip hoped he could keep it down. Phillip waited for the toast and coffee to get done and he poured him self a cup and put his toast on a plate got a cup of coffee for Dontae knowing he'd need it. and headed out to the living room and sat in one of the chairs putting one of the cups of coffee in front of Dontae and one in front of himself and sat back taking a sip of his coffee having it feel very soothing running down his sore throat and hitting his empty stumic. Then looking at his roommate to see what kinda condition he was in. "How was your night?" Phillip managed to whisper out his not wanting to talk to loud because of his pounding head.

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"Great!" Dontae said, still staring up towards the ceiling from where he was seated. He'd spoken rather loudly, not returning the politeness of keeping the noise level down for both their aching heads, although his response lacked real enthusiasm. It was, to some extent, rather sarcastic; yet he was not being sour about it. "...I can't remember anything..." The young man admitted, lowering his tone. He picked up the coffee Phillip had made him, glad it was there. "And I had the weirdest dream"

"What about yours?" Dontae asked. There was a small grin on his face, assuming Phillip had, had a 'fun time,' having stayed out all night. He looked over to his friend as he spoke to him, just now noticing the hickie. Dontae shook his head lightly -- considering it didn't help his headache, feeling that hickie was all to related to the 'dream' he'd had. He soon brushed the thought off completely, assuming Phillip had hooked up with some lady friend and gotten it from her. It'd explain his night out, any how.

Dontae took a gulp of his coffee, almost having to spit some of it back into the cup with how hot it was. He knew he should have sipped it first, he always forgot. He wanted to go back to sleep now, but knew at this point his hangover would only allow him to sit there and listen to the sound of his own head pounding.

Phillip flinched at how loud Dontae had spoken and nodded his head very slightly cause his head pounded worse with each nod at the fact that Dontae hadnot remembered anything from the night before either. "Hmmm, yea I do not remember anything about last night either, and somehow I wound up at this girls apt. and she said we didn't 'do anything' but ya I don't know, I also had a very strange dream last night." Phillip said reaching for and rubbing his hickey know he should know where he got it from....Phillip took another sip, bigger this time from his hot coffee already starting to feel its benefits. "So what are you up to today?" Phillip asked in the same quiet tone he had been using.

"C'mon. You must have done something," Dontae said. He didn't mean to heckle his friend, yet he wanted to believe that girl had given Phillip the hickie. He wanted solid proof. The young man knew it had to have been a girl, but when Phillip mentioned having a weird dream as well, it made Dontae a little nervous. If what he'd done with Phillip at the party had actually happened, he wasn't even sure what he'd make of it. It was hard to believe, easy to deny, and yet brought with it a sort of ecstasy that made Dontae wish it was true. He wanted to have done something with Phillip.

Dontae ended up forcing himself to forget about it and not pry further, perhaps if only because his hangover was preventing him from wanting to put any real thought into things. "Sleeping, I hope," Dontae replied, this time drinking down some of the water he'd gotten earlier. He kicked his feet up onto the couch and pulled a cushion pillow up that'd fallen in between furniture, putting it on the arm of the couch and then resting his head on it. Dontae even went so far as to pull up a blanket off the floor and spread it over himself, like he planned to just rest right then and there.

"And you?" He asked, his voice cracking a bit from his hoarse throat. Dontae almost had to laugh at himself, with how it'd sounded.