Well it wasn't so much one hickey as it was a grouping of them, a set of teeth marks and a black and blue earlobe.
The issue here would be that I somehow didn't notice any of them until someone at work asked me what happened. What exactly do you say to that?
I got hammered this weekend and the rest is none of your business?
I know that you pay me a retarded amount of money but I can't manage to come in without looking like I was somehow attacked by a runaway vacuum cleaner?
I'm in a weird vulnerable spot and I have a thing for boys with shaggy hair?
Sometimes you just need a good looking guy to tell you that you're pretty and bite you on the neck?
I got into a bar fight and they fought dirty?
If you're me, you just look at the person asking, blink twice and walk away. It's better than the "I'm a drunken whore" defense, which is really all I've got at this point.