Diane was at a party, at Bojack's house to be specific.
She hated these social events more than anything; nothing of note ever happened at them, let alone anything good and yet they still manage to make her sweat at the thought of going to one.
Still, she somehow manages to get dragged into them.
"Every goddamned time" Diane groans to herself "I never wanna go to these, do I really feel that bad for Bojack?"
Diane groaned, this time externally. "Quit thinking that Diane, you sound like terrible person, but you're not a terrible person so… ugh, shut up me!"
Diane has a couple of drinks to get her mind off of everything, it doesn't work annoyingly enough.
"Ugh, nothing interesting is gonna happen, I should probably just leave… but that'd be a shitty thing to do-"
"Ugh, watch where you're standing dumbshit!" Diane's train of thought was interrupted by someone crashing into her, a young woman with brown hair and teal eyes.
"I wasn't moving, you should watch where you're going!" Diane whisper yelled at the woman.
"Ugh, quit talking to me, Asian Daria looking dumbshit," The woman grumbled as she drunkenly stumbled away.
"Hey! What did you just call m- aaand she's gone," Diane mumbled as the woman left her field of vision. "Who even was that? She feels… familiar," She asked to herself.
Diane begins to walk around the party, looking for the woman who had insulted her, she had this odd desire to get her name.
The bluenette angrily pushes past what feels like a wave of people to find this woman, angrily grumbling insults to bumps into someone else, Mr. Peanutbutter to be specific.
"Diane, I didn't know you were here, how's it going?" The Labrador beamed "Going good I sure hope!"
"Yeah, it's good, I just gotta…" Diane squeezed her way through Mr. Peanutbutter and some other random partygoers. "Thanks, see ya later!" She blurted as she continued to squeeze her way to the woman.
"You're welc- Hey, Erica! Look at you with at least one face!"
After probably hours of squishing and grunting she falls over at the feet of who she was looking for, the teal eyed woman looked down at her with a drunken, angry looking stare.
"Ugh, you again? Have you been following me or something? Creep!"
"NO!" Diane defensively blurted out. "Well… actually yeah kinda, b-but I'm not being creepy!"
"That's stalking, that's a crime in at least a few countries… I think, I dunno I can't remember"
"Listen, I just wanted to know your name, alright?" Diane says as she pulls herself up from the floor.
"Do you seriously not know? I'm like, the biggest pop star right now," The brunette puts her hands on her hips. "People all the way in Cordovia probably know who I am!"
"Well I can't remember, just tell me your name so I can go,"
"You're acting like your life depends on this, it's Sarah Lynn," Sarah slurred her words as she took a swig from the bottle of vodka she was drinking.
"Now I remember, you're the girl from Horsin' Around, right?"
"Ugh… yeah, that's me," Sarah Lynn rolls her eyes.
"I'm Diane… Nguyen, it's nice to meet you," Diane took out her hand.
"I didn't ask for your name, jeez," Sarah Lynn lightly slaps Diane's hand away. "And I have enough people trying to touch me on a daily basis," She finishes the bottle of vodka; throwing the bottle to the floor when she's done with it.
Sarah Lynn stumbles further into the crowd, Diane somehow leaves the interaction with a blush on her face as she squishes her way over to Bojack's coffee table.
She drinks one shot of vodka, then another, then another in a desperate bid to try to get over how embarrassing that whole ordeal was.
She holds her head in pain, grumbling as a splitting headache hits her like a truck.
Before long, Diane feels herself black out
...
Diane yawns as she wakes up, she feels the soft fabric of a blanket wrapped around her… naked? Skin.
Diane groaned in pain, still feeling the headache from what she was pretty sure was a hangover, she could not remember what had happened last night no matter how hard she racked her brain.
Diane groaned as she grabbed and put on her glasses from the bedside table, and as her vision cleared she saw that someone was seemingly fast asleep next to her.
Putting two and two together she realised that she just had drunk sex with… someone; she hesitated for a moment before lifting the sheets to reveal…
"Ugh… suck a shit, dumbdick, why would you do that?" A completely naked Sarah Lynn rolled over to angrily glare at Diane.
Diane had an expression of shock on her face as she fell back onto the bed.
"Jeez, is this your first time having drunk sex with someone you barely know?" Sarah Lynn chuckled at her own joke.
"I- I mean yeah, especially not with another woman," Diane mumbles that last part.
"Me neither," Sarah Lynn takes a long drag of a cigarette she pulled out of somewhere. "Don't tell anyone about this,"
"I don't plan to, don't worry,"
"You better," Sarah looked a little relieved, though not by much. "You should probably get dressed now,"
"Y-yeah, I probably should,"