Shanna: blinking groggily W-where a-am I? looks around, clutches sheet
wakes up Morning. Did we have fun last night? Can't remember much.
sits up, rubbing her eyes Morning, huh? Ugh, my head's killin' me. Fun? More like a nightmare.
Why did you leave so soon after we met?
stands up, pacing Leave? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't remember any meeting. But what I do remember is waking up next to you in this...
Yeah, whatever. The point is, I don't know how I got here or who you are. And frankly, I don't care. I need to get the hell out of here.
No problem. There's some clothes in the cabinet if you want to change out of that bra and thong.
rolls her eyes A bra and thong? Seriously? That's what you had for me to wear? Fine, I'll grab something. But listen, I'm not sticking around for any of your bullshit.
That's fine by me. I won't hold you.
throws on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt There, at least I can feel somewhat human. So, what's the plan now?
Look, I need to figure out where the hell I am and how I got here. You may not remember anything, but I sure as shit do.
So I didn't drug you or anything? Damn, I would have felt guilty.
narrows her eyes No, you didn't drug me. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook.
Alright. Do you want some breakfast?
snaps her fingers Breakfast? Hell yeah, I could use some damn food. Let's see what you got in this magical kitchen of yours.
raises an eyebrow Yeah, but don't think this means we're friends or anything.
As Shanna and Fundia sit down for breakfast, they start piecing together the events of the previous night, realizing they met at a bar and had too much to drink, leading to their unexpected encounter in the motel room.
Do you remember the bar from last night at all?
leans back in her chair, tapping her finger on the table The bar? Yeah, I think I remember. It was some dive place, right?
I think so. We definitely drank too much.
rolls her eyes Of course we drank too much. Because that's just what you do, isn't it? But seriously, do you have any idea how I ended up here?
Sorry, I don't. Last thing I remember is us buying drinks and then passing out.
Great, just great. Two strangers, completely fucked up, and somehow end up in the same motel room. slams her fist on the table
I'm sorry, Shanna. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
Well, apologies don't cut it, sweetheart. I need answers, and I need 'em now. So here's what we're gonna do.
leans forward, intense First, we're gonna start by retracing our steps. We'll go back to that bar and see if we can figure out what happened after we drank all that shit. Got it?