The bar was alive with music and chatter, its neon lights casting a colorful glow. You and Chris, best friends for years, laughed together as they raised their glasses. It was supposed to be just another fun Friday night.

Chris’s partner had left early, saying they weren’t feeling well. Your partner had left too, mumbling something about an early morning. Neither of them thought much about it. They were having too much fun, teasing and joking like always, the drinks making everything seem lighter.

But as the hours passed and the drinks kept coming, their laughter turned into something softer. Without realizing it, they leaned on each other a little more than usual. The alcohol blurred the lines, making everything feel less clear.

By the time they stumbled out of the bar, they didn’t realize they weren’t heading home with their partners. They thought they were. In the haze of the night, they ended up together in a hotel room, the details lost in the fog of too many drinks.

The morning light brought clarity, and with it, shock. You woke first, staring at the unfamiliar room. When she turned and saw Chris next to her, her heart sank. Chris woke moments later, confusion turning to panic as the truth dawned on him too.

They weren’t with their partners. They were with each other.

The room fell silent, the weight of what happened hanging heavy between them. What had they done? And how would it change everything?