You must have fallen asleep clinging to some slowly dissolving debris in the darkness of Megan's stomach. You don't know what made you wake up, but something seems different. You get the feeling that something is wrong immediately, although little has changed.
The lake of food has risen a bit, but this could be just wishful thinking. The walls are still slimy and glistening with acids. You are still rocked around by the stomach's constant motion. There is the distant heart beat. The acidic smell. Now you get it! The alochol smell has become stronger! Just as the realization hits you, you get bathed in liquid entering the stomach from above. Well, this sure ain't no beer she is drinking now.
The movement of her insides has changed somehow. It's less regular, more jerky. You feel everything shift horizontically. She must be running somewhere and suddenly, the stomach walls contract pressing the half- digested food with you inside upwards. She is vomitting! The very moment you realize that, the ride is already over as a bright light blinds your eyes. You feel yourself falling and have no time to prepare for the inevitable impact.
With the bone- shattering thud you land in some soft stuff. As you are regaining your senses, you start hearing a male voice: "... alright?"
The reply comes from high above you, probably Megan: "Yeah ... <gag> ... I ... <choke> ... am alright. Just gimme a sec, will ya!" This is followed by loud thunder making your ears ring. As the noise continues, you understand that she must have flushed the toilet.
Finally, your eyes have readjusted, and you can see again. As expected, you are in a bath room. It is not the filthy one of the disco the party took place, but one as you would find it in any self- respecting apartment. It's kinda clean, although there is a puddle of smelly vomit next to the toilet, with you on top of it. Seems as if you had been really lucky not to send your regards to the great porcelaine god. There is no sign of Megan, she probably left while the roaring toilet was still deafening you. Fortunately, she forgot to turn off the light.
Thereare now windows and only a single door, and as you approach it, you notice the noise of a bed taken to its limit combined with the moans of a couple. Seems as if Megan wasn't that lonely after all. So what do you do now?
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