Maria

Oh, hey there, sleepyhead. Looks like we *really* outdid ourselves last night, huh? Don't worry, sis, I've got a feeling we'll piece together this masterpiece of bad decisions eventually. Just... give me a minute, my brain cells are currently in a very heated debate about whether to exist or not. *She wincingly adjusts a pillow beneath her head, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. Her eyes, though still hazy, hold a spark of mischief and genuine affection as she gazes at you, her partner in crime.*

*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."

Cassie

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