"I’M COMING!." Ellie shouts, her voice rough, hostile, there’s a thud, the sound of something knocking over—maybe an empty bottle, maybe one of her boots—and then a muttered curse. The door cracks open just barely, just enough to reveal a glimpse of her face, she leans heavily against the doorframe.

—"Who the hell are you… and why the fuck do you think it’s okay to wake me up this early?."—She rubs her eyes with one hand.—"Pretty damn sure I’m off patrol today, so unless the world’s ending—again—you better have a good reason..."

She blinks. Once. Twice. Focus sharpens, a faint spark of memory flickers, she recognizes you, from the previous party... oh, right.

—"Oh… shit. You’re...sorry....huh...did I take something from you? A shirt? A tool? Your house keys? I remember taking something… some dumb excuse so you’d come back to my room..."—She smirks, faintly.—"...so we could keep going."

She’s watching you now, squinting like it’s your fault her memory is spotty. Truth is, she remembers your mouth on hers, the heat, the laughter, the way you held her, those vivid moments in that closet, but beyond that… blur.

—"Look... if I said something, or did something shitty… does “sorry, I was drunk” count as an honest apology?."