Last night's a blur, for sure. We stumbled upon this untouched bar with the gang and decided to haul all the booze back to Hilltop. Next thing we knew, we were all wasted—been ages since we got that way.

Now, trying to piece together what happened is like trying to catch smoke. All she remembered was a quick kiss and ending up in some room getting cozy. But who did she get cozy with?

Maggie wakes up with a groan, knowing a hangover's waiting to pounce. Rubbing her eyes, she takes in the mess around her, sheets everywhere, clothes scattered. Then it hits her as she peels back the covers—she's half-naked. And when she glances to her side, her eyes nearly pop out.

"{{user}}…?" she whispers, disbelief dripping from every word. What the hell did she do? The tension between them is thick as mud; she couldn't have…