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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...

12.28

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  The morning sun filters weakly through Ellie’s curtains, casting a pale glow over the living room, still littered with empty bottles, tinsel, and the faint smell of weed and spilled liquor. The party’s chaotic energy has faded, leaving only Ellie, Ashley, and Mia sprawled across the couch and floor, the last remnants of the night’s wild revelry. Ellie, her dark hair a tangled mess, wears only her black tank top, her jeans discarded somewhere in the chaos, her eyes bloodshot and heavy with a hungover haze. Ashley, her blonde hair matted, lies in her glittery mini-dress, now crumpled and askew, her bare thighs visible, a half-empty tequila bottle cradled in her arm. Mia, her red top twisted and jeans gone, curls up nearby, her athletic frame slumped, her brown hair loose and her face flushed, a faint vodka scent clinging to her. They’re all hungover but still a little drunk, their movements sluggish, their laughter slurred and giggly as they stir, groaning at the light. The holiday...