The Hook Up. (closed)

[musicankane]

Jake groaned as the mid-afternoon light streamed in through the wide dutch windows onto his face. He rolled over, his head pounding as he tried to remember what day it was. All he remembered was that he had gone drinking for his birthday celebration last night and he had gotten royally fucked up. It was his twenty-first birthday and his friends all insisted he drank for all the days in his life he couldn't get thrashed.

Now he didn't know where he was, or how he had gotten there. He rolled onto his back and knew he wasn't in his own bed. The sheet were clean and bright white, the room he was in was large and well decorated. He closed his eyes a minute to try and remember what had gone down last night. Nothing came to mind.

He sat up and realized he was lying in a strange bed, in a strange house, butt fucking naked. Wherever he was he knew it was an expensive place. Out the windows was a huge lawn, and everything smelt of designer something or other here.

His eyes searched the room for his clothes, or at very least his pants, but he saw nothing. Outside the bedroom door he heard footsteps approach and he quickly scrambled under the blankets so that no one walked in on him in the nude.

 

[hotelonahill]

Amber Robins was, at not yet twenty years old, easily one of the most up-and-coming actresses around today. Her career had started when she was nine and she'd never stopped, as neither had the rise of her success.

She stood at 5'1", with firey red hair and vivid blue eyes, and not so thin gossip rags published scandalous articles about her, but not so curvy that the vain would call her 'fat'. Then again, Amber had worked hard for her body, and she was proud of it. You couldn't get away with less than perfect in this industry, she said.

Last night, as she so frequently did, Amber and some of her friends had gone out partying. She'd met a young man (who was technically older than her, but) called Jake, who had turned twenty-one that same day, and, with both rapidly filling with alcohol, one thing had lead to another and they'd ended up together back at Amber's house, partaking in some particularly mind-blowing sex.

When she'd woken up the next morning, he'd been fast asleep and completely dead to the world, so she'd left him in bed and gone and had a shower, freshened up, and dressed for the day in a mid-thigh length dress, sweeping her hair back and fastening it with a clasp.

Her gardener had come in for a chat, and they'd had a good chat over a cup of coffee before he went back to the lawns and, with her coffee gone, Amber decided it was time to see if her visitor was awake yet. She went up the stairs and along the corridor to her room, pushing the door open just as her guest scrambled under the sheets. She giggled.

"Good morning sunshine," she said, stopping in the doorway, "or should that be good afternoon?" She paused for a moment, then went on, "well, are you going to hide under the covers all day, or what?", her tone playful. She'd had her fair share of one night stands and didn't really feel that much regret when it came to them; more, curiosity, with regards to finding out what it had been that had drawn her to them in the first place. In any case, she was currently in a good mood.

 

[musicankane]

Jake blinked in disbelief. He would have accepted any person that walked through that bedroom door. A maid, a nurse, an old guy, a nun, a cop (especially a cop), hell he would have accepted Superman. But the woman who walked in boggled his already very strained brain.

He watched her come toward him with wide eyes, "You....Yo...Amber Robins." He groaned and flopped back onto the bed, "Shit I snuck into Amber Robins' house? I am so arrested." He said.

Amber came up to him with actually greeted him fairly pleasantly. Jake looked up at her and blushed, he felt bad sitting in her bed naked with a hangover while she just wondered why he was there. He wished he could remember what had happened last night, but he was starting to guess.

Jake was actually a key grip on the new film called "Buyout". He didn't know what the movie was about except that it was a buddy cop film. He did know that the movie stared Amber Robins, Bruce Willis, The Rock, and Kevin James. He never got any interaction with the stars, as a key grip he was just a clean up guy after filming was done for the day. He prepped the set for the next day. It was one of those jobs that people thought sounded cool, but actually paid worse that a McDonald's job.

Jake wanted to be a director and while he went through film school, he needed to movie job so the key grip position was how he was "paying his dues".

So that explained what must have happened. He must have gotten shit faced and then thought it would be funny to sneak into Amber's house and he must have passed out.

She teased him about being under the covers all days and he nodded, "Amber I'm sorry. Err, Ms. Robins, I don't know what happened last night. I must have been an idiot and snuck in here, and I guess lost my clothes or something." He hung his head, "Shit."