*first upload EVER! i need to work on it... oh well :] enjoy the ridiculously short first section!*

Shit. Emma lied on her stomach, trying to comprehend her state of being. She had no clue what was going on. Her throat was dry, and her thighs were sore. She pushed herself up from the fluffy white bed she lied on.

This isn't my bed.

Emma flipped over and sat up abruptly, sending pulses to her already throbbing temple. She rubbed her forehead, trying to alleviate the pounding in her head, before looking around the unfamiliar room. It was completely white; it resembled an IKEA model room. The only hint of color was the heap of clothes on the floor.

Oh, my God. Those aren't mine. Where are mine?

"Calm Down, Emma." Her gratuitous soliloquies were useless. She was freaking out. It was understandable; Emma had always been a proper lady. Sure, she knew how to have a good time; she figured that had been apparent the night before, but she was always in control.

She looked down at herself and slowly pushed the covers off. She was only in her underthings. She laughed disbelievingly and tried to remember something from last night, anything... But nothing came. She was certain there was no reason for her to be as exposed as she was...

She buried her face in her hands. Her thighs, her bare body... It all made sense now. She had slept with someone. It wasn't as though she were still a virgin. No, she had lost that to Carl shortly after her 'therapy session' with Holly. However, this wasn't Carl's old house. Which meant she hadn't slept with Carl. With that realization, a bigger question came; who did she screw?

Out of the adjoined bathroom came a blur of blue. Emma looked up and saw a gorgeous leggy blonde standing before her in a blue teddy, eating a banana. It was Holly. She smiled cheerily at Emma. "Well, well, well. Little Miss Party Girl awakes from her intoxicated slumber." Emma stared up at her, her look one of confusion and slight horror.

"Are... You okay?" Emma glanced at the banana in Holly's hand. "Did we...?" Holly examined the banana curiously before understanding what Emma was insinuating.

"Oh, you mean fuck?" Emma nodded, making Holly chuckle. "You're cute. Not to mention a boozer." Emma bit her lip and looked around. "Nice place." Holly smirked. "I'll make you some tea. I'm sure you've got a massive hangover." With that, Holly walked out of the bedroom.

Emma stepped out of the bed cautiously, trying her hardest not to fall. She went to the pile of clothes. They were men's clothes. All that was there was a white button-up shirt and a pair of Armani Exchange boxer-briefs. She quickly put them on, trying not to think of the germs that infested the underwear.

Holly entered the room again, this time with two cups of tea. She sat on the bed, and Emma followed suit. Why she was in the blonde woman's home was a mystery to her; the two weren't exactly friends. Holly handed her a cup. "So..." Emma trailed off. She didn't know how to ask about the previous night's events without seeming like an irresponsible lush.

Holly didn't get this notion. She found the small woman next to her to be adorable, in an oblivious kind of way. "You wanna know what happened last night, right?" Emma nodded hesitantly. "You sure?" Emma blushed and looked down.

"It was that bad?" She looked up at Holly anxiously, waiting for confirmation. "Well... It was entertaining, to say the least." Holly glanced at the alarm clock. 9:46. "Do you have all morning?"

*sorry for the short chapter! review if i should keep going! tips/pointers appreciated!*