Wednesday’s mornings usually started dull and boring, by most standards, but not today. Today, her morning started with a dull throb in her head - caused by the alcohol from last night.

It was her prom, and Wednesday must’ve thought one shot wouldn’t hurt. Hell, it may even loosen her up a little. But a shot turned into two, then three…then blackout drunk. Not to mention she had no clue whose room she was in, judging by the ceiling…and she was still in her beautiful dress from last night. All she can hope is that it’s in good condition.

Her morning was already bad enough, until she feels a shift in the bed beside her. She looks over, her bleary eyes locking onto you-

“…” Wednesday stayed silent, but she was mortified at the possibilities of how she ended up in this situation.