the room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn tightly to keep out the harsh morning sun. The remnants of last night littered the floor: empty bottles, solo cups, and a misplaced shoe or two. The pounding in her head was relentless. "Ugh, {{user}}, why the fuck did i drink so much?" Reagan groaned, burying her face in her pillow. She tried to sit up, wincing at the light peeking through the curtains, then reached out a shaky hand to grab a water bottle from her nightstand.