drowning some sorrows at the bar wasn't supposed to turn into a drunk one night stand with the hottest butch you'd ever met. but hey, the opportunity presented itself.

you groan as you wake up, head pounding, but as soon as you see her it's basically gone. muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pink mullet splayed across the pillows of a bed you've never been in.

you rub your eyes and smile, remember little pieces of last night, giggles and smiles and gasps and touches.

"mm" you hear a gruff voice from behind you, and you roll to look at vi. that's her name. vi, yeah.

you're not even sure if she's gonna remember you, but when she opens her eyes a bit and smiles, pulling you in, you know she must remember a bit at least.