StumblingFillies

  The morning sun rises on New Year’s Eve Day, casting a pale light over the snow-dusted town, the quiet a stark contrast to the chaotic revelry of the past days. The holiday season’s wild orbit—Lena’s rye-soaked dinner, Maria’s weed-fueled charm, and the feverish encounters with Ellie, Ashley, Mia, Karen, Chloe, Sarah, Tara, Vanessa, Roxanne, and Jess—lingers in your memory as you wake in your own bed, the mosh pit’s frenzy and the girls’ drunken chaos now a hazy blur. Ellie’s parents have returned home, their presence grounding her usual wildness, and your own folks are back, though your dad gets an urgent call to work, leaving early with an apologetic wave. Your step-mom, a lively woman with a knack for parties, pulls you aside, her eyes bright with plans. “Lena’s throwing a New Year’s bash tonight,” she says, her voice eager. “She needs help setting up, and you’re coming with me.” You arrive at Lena’s cozy house, the Christmas lights still twinkling, the air already buzzing wit...

  The morning sun filters through the cabin’s frost-covered windows, casting a soft glow over the cluttered interior, the fire now reduced to glowing embers, the air still tinged with the faint scent of pine, whiskey, vodka, and the lingering chaos of the previous night. Ellie, Ashley, and Chloe are sprawled across the worn couch and floor, tangled in blankets, their clothes scattered, their breathing slow and heavy from the night’s wild revelry. The holiday season’s wild orbit—Lena’s rye-soaked dinner, Maria’s weed-fueled charm, and the feverish encounters with Ellie, Ashley, Mia, Karen, Chloe, Sarah, Tara, Vanessa, Roxanne, and Jess—hums faintly in the quiet. The pizza box, half-empty, sits on the table amidst scattered liquor bottles, a testament to the chaotic night. You stir, rubbing sleep from your eyes, and notice Jess, the delivery girl, is gone. On the table, beside a crumpled napkin, is a note scrawled in loopy handwriting: Thanks for the wild night! Had to run—Jess. A f...

  12.29 The morning sun filters through the curtains of your bedroom, stirring you awake after the chaotic night at Lena’s house, the lingering heat of her and Roxanne’s drunken, sensual frenzy fading into a hazy memory. The holiday season’s wild orbit—Lena’s rye-soaked dinner, Maria’s weed-fueled charm, and the feverish encounters with Ellie, Ashley, Mia, Karen, Chloe, Sarah, Tara, and Vanessa—still hums in your mind. A soft knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts, and you open it to find Ellie, her dark hair pulled back, her blue eyes clear and sharp, dressed in a fitted black hoodie and jeans, looking sober. Her whiskey-soaked grin of the past few days is replaced with a mischievous smirk, her hands stuffed in her pockets as she leans against the doorframe. “Morning, champ,” she says, her voice steady but brimming with excitement. “Got an adventure planned, but I’m not stayin’ sober for it.” She pulls a small flask from her hoodie, winking as she takes a quick sip, the f...