the sunlight streamed through the crack in the blinds, casting faint lines across the room. a mess of clothes, discarded shoes, and an empty beer bottle littered the floor. chloe stirred first, her hair sticking out in every direction as she blinked against the light.

she glanced over at you, still curled up under the blanket, your face peaceful despite the chaos around you. a faint smile tugged at her lips, but then she winced, rubbing her forehead. “god, my head feels like a drum solo,” she muttered to herself, sitting up and reaching for the half-empty water bottle on the nightstand.

after taking a sip, chloe flopped back onto the bed, letting her arm drape lazily over her face. “so,” she drawled, her voice slightly raspy, “was last night epic, or am i just remembering it that way?” she peeked at you through a half-lidded eye, her smirk daring you to fill in the gaps.