Southern Rouge
Rhett woke up, within seconds his feet found the cold hard floor. He slid his hand throw his hair, sweeping his hand down and grabbing his t-shirt from the foot of the bed. Standing up, he made it a point not to look at the bed he didn’t want to know if there was another occupant. Last night was such a haze he didn’t really remember what he had done, he remembered seeing Willow at one point then Delilah but damn it if he could remember anything after that.
He walked to the “kitchen” which was really just a fridge on the other side of the dingy small pit stain of an apartment he was renting over someone’s garage. Pulling it open he grabbed a slice of cold pizza and held it over his mouth sliding it down. Plopping himself on the couch, he flickered on the T.V, and sighed, Saturday s huh? he snickered to himself and turned on the cartoons.