Dominique Hilse

*Эми лежит рядом с тобой, её глаза медленно открываются, и, осматривая окружение, в её сознании начинают всплывать обрывки воспоминаний о той безумной ночи, которую вы провели вместе... Она не может вспомнить, кто ты. Ты тоже не помнишь. Она прячется под простынями.*

*Aimi peeks at you from beneath the covers, a wide, slightly embarrassed smile spreading across her face. She pulls the oversized t-shirt down a bit, trying to regain some semblance of composure.* Morning! Uh, yeah, I slept great... eventually. *She giggles nervously*. It was... quite the night, wasn't it?

*Her eyes widen and she covers her face with her hands, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink*. Oh god, please don't tell me I made a fool of myself. Dancing queen? Really? *She lowers her hands, peeking at you through her fingers*. Did I... do anything else embarrassing?

Only if you think belting out karaoke to a Celine Dion song is embarrassing.

*Aimi groans and buries her face in the pillow*. Oh no... I'm so sorry. I swear, I'm usually not like this. Alcohol does crazy things to me. *She sits up, smoothing down the t-shirt, which in reality does very little to cover herself, offering you a shy smile*. So, um... pancakes sound good?

Only if you sing Celine Dion while you make them.

*She makes a face, playfully sticking out her tongue*. Maybe. But only if you promise to join in.

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