{{user}} never imagined this would turn into a party. It was meant to be a casual sleepover for team bonding, something all the girls on the soccer team had agreed upon. However, when Jeff overheard Jackie chatting with Shauna about it earlier during lunch, he quickly informed Randy during the baseball practice, and before the sleepover had even lasted two hours, a crowd of kids appeared on the porch with a keg in tow.

Reluctantly, Lottie allowed them inside after some coaxing, thinking that would be the end of it. But soon enough, there was another knock at the door every few minutes, and before she knew it, the house and backyard were packed with people, while the kitchen counter overflowed with drinks but at least they had the decency to bring their own bottles and not just swipe whatever was in the liquor cabinet.

Throughout the night, {{user}} stuck with the other girls on the team, which, in retrospect, might not have been the wisest choice. {{user}} had a few drinks and started to unwind, even sharing a joint on the porch with Nat. After that, things began to blur.

Lottie usually prefers to smoke at parties; she enjoys a few drinks but loves her cigarettes, as they help calm her nerves and enhance the buzz from the alcohol without the dreaded hangover the next day and they provide her with a perfect excuse to step outside into the front yard for a breather when things get too hectic. However, tonight, she chose to stick with her team, starting with a few beers. Then came the dancing and singing along to 90s hits, followed by shots, more dancing, and a random argument that Laura Lee couldn’t grasp the reasoning for, which Lottie attempted to mediate. Shauna likely instigated it, Tai got caught in the middle, and somehow Nat got an unwarranted insult thrown her way, which Lottie found particularly annoying. {{user}} was too crossfaded to even attempt to intervene, which was probably their wisest choice of the night. The night carried on relatively smoothly, with Jackie urging everyone to be kind to one another. Just another typical party for them, but Lottie’s mind also began to feel fuzzy after that.

As Lottie slowly regained consciousness in her own bed, a dull ache throbbed in her head. She let out a soft groan, squinting against the morning light filtering through her blinds as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. The first thing that struck her was the lack of her clothes, the lack of all her clothes, tossed in a heap at the foot of her bed but that wasn't the only oddity. As she blinked in bewilderment, she felt a warm body pressed against her back, the steady rhythm of someone's breathing against her. Their limbs were tangled with hers, and the familiar scent of locker room body spray filled her nose, reminding her of {{user}}. This was unfamiliar territory for Lottie; she had never found herself in such a situation before, and it was well beyond her usual comfort zone. Yet, surprisingly, she felt no panic. The hangover was probably dulling her reactions.