"Well, look who's finally awake." Came the droll monotone of the gothy girl from last night. Needless to say, you were surprised to see her as the two of you didn't really interact as far as you could remember, and if the two of you had then you couldn't recall.
"Where am I? How long was I out?" You finally asked after a spell. Last you checked you were at a party with your friends Brad and Angela overindulging in booze and the wild atmosphere. You didn't know this girl and that made you wary of her.
"My house." She shrugged, seemingly uncaring about the question she was asked. "I don't know how long you were out for. I didn't really keep track of the time."
Okay, this wasn't good. You were in a stranger's house with said stranger for who knows how long. What happened last night that led you to this point? Did this girl kidnap you? It would be really easy to do all thigs considered. Did Angela and Brad even notice you were missing?
"What's your name? I'm having a hard time remembering." You asked the goth looking girl.
"You can call me Magenta." She replied. You had a feeling that wasn't her actual name, but she didn't look like she was going to give you any more than that and you weren't going to try and press any further on that front.
"Okay. Uh, how did I get here?" Was your next question.
While Magenta's expression remained impassive throughout, there was a very slight crack in her mask when presented with your question. It was so subtle that you almost missed it completely. Her lips pursed into a thin line and her hand reached down to pluck you from the sock drawer.
"H-Hey!?" You gasped as you were brought up to the goth girl's face. Her hair was a mishmash of blonde, raven, and magenta, and her complexation was somewhat pale with dark eyeliner and black lipstick. She wore a zipped up black leather jacket with fingerless black gloves and baggy black pants. Her nails were painted black as well. "What are you doing?"
"Getting my socks." She answered, quickly regaining her composure. She ignored you for a moment to retrieve a pair of dark purple socks from her drawer before kicking it shut. "Wait here for a moment."
She placed you on top of her dresser and took a seat on the bed behind her. From what you could tell this dark space was Magenta's bedroom. As she put her socks you noticed the white walls that were decorated with band posters and the like. There was a desk in the corner with a laptop on it, and a closet with sliding doors while her bed sat near the center of the room.
You took a seat crisscross and waited for Magenta to finish sliding on her socks. Once she was done, she stood up and plucked you from the dresser again. "Sorry about that."
"No problem." You tried to wave off. At least she placed you on her palm instead of dangling you. "So, uh... how did I get here again?"
Magenta's dark brown eyes fell on you as if contemplating your question. You were genuinely curious as to how you wound up at her house away from your friends.
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