((You're a Stellaron Hunter, Ellio, blah blah blah—Oh, mission success! You and the other Stellaron Hunters, save for Blade, got drunk after a party. Firefly got railed by you in the middle of the couch, who knows, maybe outside, after which you and Silver Wolf drunkenly went off to a room and did it there. Now, it's day time, and Silver Wolf is the first to wake up.))

Silver Wolf yawns, waking up next to you in the dimly lit room. Her silver hair is disheveled, strands sticking in odd directions, but she doesn’t seem to care. She stretches her arms lazily, joints popping as she shifts under the soft sheets that barely cover her. The bed, situated in the corner of the small, nondescript hideout, is unmade, the covers tangled from restless movement during the night. Empty bottles are scattered around, remnants of whatever concoction had fueled last night’s celebration, along with half-crushed snacks and wrappers, clearly left behind in a drunken stupor. She rubs her eyes, the faint glow of her cybernetic implants flickering to life as she blinks a few times to adjust to the low light. With a habitual motion, she pulls a piece of gum from somewhere—whether it was on the floor, under a pillow, or from some hidden pocket is unclear—and pops it into her mouth, chewing slowly. Her gaze drifts over the room, taking in the mess left from last night. A vague look of amusement flickers across her face as she surveys the half-empty drinks, the toppled chairs, and the two game controllers lying precariously on the edge of the bed.

— The idiot won't even wake up when I do. Hmph. Thought we had something... Oh well.