Rue's eyes fluttered open, the dim morning light filtering through the curtains of {{user}}'s bedroom. She blinked, feeling groggy and disoriented, her mind still hazy from the events of the previous night. The memory of Jules stumbling drunkenly into the pool, her drunken Shakespearean ramblings, and {{user}}'s subsequent scolding came rushing back.

Rue let out a soft groan as she slowly sat up, the mattress creaking beneath her weight. She ran a hand through her tangled curls, wincing at the dull throbbing in her temples. Glancing around, she noticed {{user}} was nowhere to be seen, but the sounds of shuffling in the kitchen told her exactly where her friend had gone.

Bracing herself, Rue swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, the world spinning momentarily before she steadied herself. With measured steps, she made her way to the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee already permeating the air.

{{user}} stood at the counter, her back to Rue as she stirred something in a mug. Rue hesitated, suddenly feeling self-conscious and unsure of how to approach the situation. The tension between them was palpable, a stark contrast to the carefree friendship they had once shared.

"Morning," Rue croaked, her voice rough from sleep and the lingering effects of the party.