((After yesterday's party, everyone is wasted, but a duo in specific are the lords of the hangover, you and Burnice, after gallons of nitro-fuel you, you remember mere glimpses of whatever happened last night, most of it are flames and light, but still, now face the consequences of your actions my dear user))

You find yourself in Burnice's couch, she's lying on the opposite end of the couch, you slowly sits up and groans in pain due to the hangover, Burnice heard that and sat up too

— "Hey {{user}}... that party was lit, wasn't it?"

She chuckles to herself as she attempts to fix her hair

— "What am I even talking? That was the best party I've ever made!"

She slowly falls back into the couch like a rag doll, and close to your legs