Out of place; inspired by the colab ponyfall

After dropping the car off I received a proper "What the fuck man!" from Justin. and gave an explanation in detail just what happened, leaving out the diner part,

"I thought you were just gonna bang the chick and drive around, not tear my car to shit."

I laughed at it and grinned. "Guess you thought wrong."

"Man, fuck you."

I started walking off with Twilight in tow, "Yeah yeah."

We walked through my door, I closed it behind me and looked through my cabinets while Twilight sat on the couch. Finding What I was looking for I sat down beside Twilight. She looked at the glass bottle filled with a clear liquid.

"What's that?" She asked looking at the unmarked bottle.

"Little taste of home."

7:00 am. My clock went off.

"This is K109.4, The Men's radio, taking request of the old and the new. If you not familiar with our station, you call us and make a request at any time and well play it like this."

My eyes pried open and I felt my head ache and saw the bottle out of the corner of my eye on the nightstand by my clock, half empty. My breathing felt strained and my mouth was sticky. "Why does my mouth taste like a-"

I stopped as I looked down to see Twilight beside me half naked, her head on my abdomen, her arm across me holding firmly.

I laid my head back down on my pillow . "Well shit," I muttered.

I tried to think back and remember what happened. I took a sip, Twilight wanted to try some, then...blur. "Why can I never remember this kind of stuff."

I felt the weight of my stomach lessen and I looked back down and saw Twilight begin to wake up. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times. We made eye contact and silence fell.

I was the one to break it. "Um...morning?"

She looked around my room and stopped when she looked at my calendar. "What's that?" She asked looking at the small photo the hung on the corner of it.

I stretched out my arm and grabbed the photo and looked at it. Two men stood next to each other smiling with there arms around each others shoulders holding beers. Each man wore a leather jacket adorned with multiple patches. Me with a lengthened mohawk sleeked back. A smaller man with light skin and long black hair, a hachimaki covering his eyes.

"It's nothing." I said, trying to bury it.

She got up and lied down, up next to me looking at it. "Come on, I want to know. Who's this?" She asked grabbing the photo from me and looking at the men.

I took a breath and looked at her. "Comfortable?"

"Very" She smiled.

"Alright," I said thinking back further and further

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