12.29
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...