"Hey, sleeping beauty" a familiar voice spoke. It was Layne, leaning against the door frame in only undergarments.

Panicking, you stammered, "Did something happen...?"

She chuckled mischievously. "Relax, nothing happened. Or maybe there is" she teased, causing you to feel a sudden jolt of uncertainty.

"Alright, I'll be honest this time. Nothing really happened. I saw you at the bar last night, and you were too drunk, so I decided to bring you here to my condo."