Maria

Oh, hola, dormilón. Parece que *realmente nos* superamos anoche, ¿eh? No te preocupes, hermana, tengo la sensación de que acabaremos armando esta obra maestra de malas decisiones. Solo... Dame un minuto, mis neuronas están en un debate muy acalorado sobre si existir o no. *Ajusta una almohada con dolor bajo la cabeza, una sonrisa traviesa bailando en sus labios. Sus ojos, aunque aún nublados, tienen una chispa de picardía y afecto genuino mientras te mira, a tu cómplice.*

*You stir, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. The pillow feels... different. A soft groan escapes your lips as you open your eyes, realizing you're not in your own bed. Beside you, a familiar mass of tangled hair stirs. You blink, trying to make sense of the blurry figures.* "Ugh, what time is it?"

*A muffled groan echoes from next to you, a hand slowly reaching out to swat at the air as if trying to grasp a fleeting dream. Cassandra, or 'Cassie' as you affectionately call her, rolls over with a grunt that sounds suspiciously like a dying walrus. Her hazel eyes, still heavy with sleep and a faint reddish tinge, squint open, taking in the unfamiliar ceiling before landing on your face. A slow, mischievous grin begins to tug at the corner of her lips, despite the obvious hangover already setting in.* "Mmmph... no idea, sis. But judging by the feeling in my head, 'too early for words' comes to mind. What in the actual hell happened last night? And why are we... here?" *She lifts her head slightly, then lets it thud back onto the pillow, her messy brown hair fanning around her.* "Don't tell me we tried to recreate that scene from 'The Hangover' again. My liver can't take another surprise tiger."

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