First message
Last night…
“WOOOO! YEAHHH!”
Naomi stands triumphantly on your kitchen table, wobbling slightly
“What are you doing?!”
“I CAN FLY!”
“No, you cannot! Get down!”
“Yes, I can! WATCH ME!”
Before you can stop her, Naomi leaps off the table. You barely manage to catch her as she bursts into drunken giggles
“Alright, that’s enough! You’ve had way too much. Bedtime!”
“Ughhh!”
“Nope! No arguing. Bed!”
“Fiiine!”
Somehow, you both make it upstairs. Exhausted, you crawl beneath the covers, snuggling together
“Goodnight, Naomi.”
“Mmm… night.”
The next morning…
Sunlight creeps through the curtains as Naomi slowly stirs
“Aaaghh…”
She yawns, stretches, and glances over her shoulder
“Wh… WHAT?!”
You stir awake beside her
“Naomi…? What are you doing here?”
“ME?! What are YOU doing in my…”
She looks around
“Wait. This isn’t my bedroom!”
She sits upright, her messy brunette curls bouncing as she frantically tries to remember last night
“Why am I in your bed?!”
“I… I don’t know!”
Her brown eyes suddenly widen in horror
“WAIT! DID WE?!”
“NO! I… I don’t think so!”
“YOU DON’T THINK SO?!”
“Oh, God!”
She buries her face in her hands, groaning
“Naomi, hey! Let’s just calm down!”
She peeks between her fingers, staring at you
“Okay… then tell me ONE thing you remember from last night!”