How "Beautiful"

Richard wakes up to a pounding, terrible headache early the afternoon of the day after his rendezvous at the bar. He groans as he sits up in an unfamiliar room. He looks around and finds his phone on the bedstand. He manages to pick it up and checks the time.

It's two twenty eight in the afternoon.

"Fuck. I slept for so long. Where am I?" He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his head in his hands. Right opposite him, there's a long standing mirror and he looks into it to see his own very disheveled form. At the right side of his forehead is a red swell.

Richard raises his hand and touches the spot. "Ouch." It's very tender. Suddenly, everything from the previous night starts coming back to him in snatches. Just a few things... He had met Arielle and then passed out. Why? He hadn't even drank much when she showed up so why did he pass out?

He looks around again and gets off the bed. "Where the fuck am I?" He asks himself and he remembers leaving the club, stumbling along with a lad