"Fuck."
Sunny regained his consciousness with a deep breath. His head was spinning and he barely remembered what had happened nor where he was.
The ceiling was a blinding white - one that he barely got to look at before hunting over the edge of the bed and vomiting.
Everything felt wrong. Too bright. It burnt.
There was an aromatic flowery scent in the air, one which drowned out the stench of the vomit almost as soon as it dared brush his nose.
Groggily, he managed to push himself to a sitting position, assessing the room.
It was about as bright as the priest chambers back at the cathedral. Only this room -if it could be called a room- was a blinding white, and not the golden of the cathedral.
Quickly he threw the flower scented bedding aside and got on his feet. He was in a night gown. One obviously meant for a larger girl.
Last thing he remembered was going to the club with Sean, and perhaps a few drinks he may or may not have been warned were too strong for a first timer. Warnings he very clearly interpreted to be challenges. Challenges he in fact did not win.
Few steps on the room and the flowers in vases and lining the ceilings started spinning and he couldn't gain proper footing, staggering side to side, something churning within him. Something bad, very bad.
He was falling. Or at least he thought he was, at the same time he thought he was spinning and standing at the same time.
Maybe taking down a full glass of something people didn't want to taste wasn't the best idea.
"The party animal is finally up," a girl's voice broke through the spinning silence, somehow snapping him back to being sober for a split moment, not enough for him to answer or get out of her hands, but just enough to catch a glimpse of her face.
She was almost unhumanly beautiful. There was a certain glow to her face, almost similar to the Grand Bishop's, but not quite there. Her aura almost matched the ambience of the room.
Sunny tried to speak, but only a drunk groan managed to escape him. The lady spoke again, only this time it was inaudible, her voice stretching to some sort of array of voices.
Something met Sunny's mouth. A pill - he made out. It was followed by a glass rim which directed water into his mouth. Before he could make out what was happening, he swallowed.
His mind was blank, the flower scented air filled his nostrils and the water pushed down a vomit that had started brewing yet again.
In almost no time, Sunny started to regain his senses. He was lounged on a chair. A very comfortable chair. This was not the dorm room he was to share with Sean. And the lady was definitely not Sean.
He groaned, fixing his sitting and trying to get a look around the room. His eyes met the lady again. She was in a night gown, one he identified was oddly similar to the one he had on.
'First impression of me is a drunkard that just puked all over her expensive carpet.' Sunny though to himself, his eyes meeting the floor. 'Great job Sunny, real great.'
"That pill works wonders, it's gotten me out of one too many pickles," the lady said, noticing Sunny. Her statement was followed by a giggle.
"Where-"
Before Sunny finished his statement, she answered.
"Sean and his little clique aren't the kind of people you trust to go with someone that was in your condition after a party, they...do things." Her gaze deviated slightly as she finished the statement, as if meaning more than what she had said.
"So I brought you to my place, girls looking out for girls, you know?"
Sunny nodded, for the first time, being called a girl had flown right over his head. It didn't mean any sort of satire or insult behind it. Just a lady, kindness and lack of knowledge.
By the time Sunny noticed he had been called a girl, she had disappeared to what he presumed was the kitchen, following the sound of pans and the smell of something cooking.
"Oh, you're that drunk bich,what up," another lady came, her hair shaggy and undone, her face smothered with undone makeup and wearing a body suit under a large hoodie, probably one she had on the previous day.
"Sunny," He said.
She laughed an innocent laugh.
"What, religious parents? With that partying lifestyle?" She laughed again.
"You have no idea," He groaned.
"I honestly don't even know what I'm laughing at, I have Moonlight as a name."
Sunny laughed. He finally understood why his name made people sometimes chuckle or look at him weird. He had never had someone with a name as ridiculous for him to laugh at.
You truly can't see what people laugh at about your face until you look at a mirror.
"Fuck you," Moonlight pouted, plopping herself onto a couch, followed by a moan.
"You ever sleep so hard that you need a nap from sleeping?"
That had to be perhaps the most ridiculous thing Sunny had heard in a good long time.
"What?"
"Pfft, don't go looking at me like you're all high and mighty and you're a drunk called Sunny, " she snorted.
"And you're one called Moonlight, that needs a nap from sleeping," He fired back.
She gave him the middle finger, without another word.
She didn't align with the norms that had been taught throughout his time at the church. She didn't have the elegance that the elders had tried to enforce on them. She was fresh, she was herself, she was weird, she was Moonlight.
Sunny liked that. He liked that middle finger. He liked her.