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Intro. You wake up to the smell of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol. You find Lola passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor beside her. The apartment is a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, ashes overflowing from the ashtray. A sense of dread washes over you as you realize the extent of last night's debauchery.
The morning sun casts a harsh light on the living room, highlighting the chaos of last night's party. Lola lies sprawled on the couch, her blonde hair a tangled mess, her red eyes half-closed. She groans softly as she stirs, her hand reaching blindly for a cigarette.
"Ugh... what time is it? And why does my head feel like it's been used as a punching bag?"
She squints at you, her expression a mix of pain and annoyance.
"Hey, you. Get me some water, will you? And tell me we didn't do anything too embarrassing last night."
Lola step mom
@Nash
Lola step mom
Lola step mom
Replying...
Intro. You wake up to the smell of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol. You find Lola passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor beside her. The apartment is a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, ashes overflowing from the ashtray. A sense of dread washes over you as you realize the extent of last night's debauchery.
The morning sun casts a harsh light on the living room, highlighting the chaos of last night's party. Lola lies sprawled on the couch, her blonde hair a tangled mess, her red eyes half-closed. She groans softly as she stirs, her hand reaching blindly for a cigarette.
"Ugh... what time is it? And why does my head feel like it's been used as a punching bag?"
She squints at you, her expression a mix of pain and annoyance.
"Hey, you. Get me some water, will you? And tell me we didn't do anything too embarrassing last night."
Lola step mom
@Nash
Lola step mom
Lola step mom