strip that down [ SKYLAR ]

It had started off as a pretty plain evening - some drinks at the bar getting used to the crowd at the small town. Some had given him a look squaring him up, wondering if he was new in town or if he was just visiting; some of the girls were clearly interested at the prospect of new flavours in town. The whole "being new" grated on his nerves, and he soon ditched his outdoor seat to have one right on the bar.

And then of course his lack of self control kicked in, because that was what usually happened with Sky once he started. The beer kept flowing, the girls were becoming braver with their passing fingers and enticing smirks. And for some reason there had been a girl, one particular girl, who hadn't given him so much as a 'hello' when she sat next to him. That right there had presented more fun and more of a challenge than any of those other girls had. Of course Skylar would offer to buy her a drink.

He didn't quite remember what became of her.

Something poked his forehead and he became vaguely aware that he had been asleep, it was now daytime, and there was something or someone in front of his face. Irritated with the unwelcome wake-up call, he swatted the poking device away, mumbling something about telling his uncle to leave him alone, before rolling over to his other side. He was trying to escape the morning, because he could tell he was about to have a killer hangover and he wanted to delay that as much as possible.

It wasn't his uncle's voice that answered, though. It was distinctly female, rather high-pitched as though it was anxious, and Skylar blearily tore one eye open to have a peek at whoever the hell was in his room now.

It was the girl from last night, wrapped up in blankets that looked very similar to his, and wearing what he swore was his t-shirt... Slowly, his brain caught up with him and provided him with words, which he then spoke in a harsh whisper: "What the hell? Are you trying to kill me?" Groaning, he massaged a hand over his forehead, trying to alleviate the pounding that signalled his hangover was about to come on in full force. In another strangled voice he continued, "And why are you dressed like that? Because if you're going to tell me you were dressed like that last night and I picked up a girl wearing a burrito, then I can definitely say 'welcome to living in a small town, desperado'."