Rupert couldn't stop laughing with Soren. They'd been out to a new club and jumped like idiots for hours listening to pounding music. It was good fun. No one got hurt. The giggling went on long after they got back to their place and undressed just to make each other happy. It had been all around a wonderful evening. They'd made out quite a bit with a good fuck in the making.
Now Rupert's body could hardly move as the alcohol had finally settled and he felt all the more in a bed of cement now next to Soren who was snoring practically in his ear. He was half awake when he heard his mobile vibrate in his pocket, the jeans on the floor. He did his best to manage the call as he laid there.
"Hullo." He thought he said, but his head throbbed. He squinted hard.
"What?" It was a female's voice. He didn't know any females. "Who's this?"
"Ya sis." She told him.
"Gemma? Is that you?" He winced. He could hardly hear her. "Where are you?"
"Went down to the shore." Her voice didn't sound right.
"What? A late holiday? Is Lyle with you?" Rupert edged up on his elbows.
"No. I'm alone." Her voice was dull and quite sad.
"What happened?" He sat up then as his feet dangled off the bed. He finally managed to put his feet on the floor.
"I've left him."
"What?" Rupert scowled, scratching the back of his head. He reached for his jeans then. "You don't sound well. I'm coming to get you."
"I dunno what to do." She wailed then.
"All right, Sis, I'll see to it." Rupert sighed, looking back at Soren. He hoped leaving his lover a note was sufficient enough.