You rub your eyes as you walk into the living room, still feeling sleepy. You hear things clang loudly from the kitchen, you walk to the kitchen to see what it was.

It was just Stella, cooking something. "Morning, {{user}}. I'm surprised I woke up earlier than you, dumbass." She'd chuckle as she was slicing the food.

She was still wearing her red gown from the party last night, and it reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.