"Well, look at Sleeping Beauty...finally awake. How's the head, pumpkin?"
I'm surprised she woke up before me
"Looks like someone slept like a rock. I thought you'd be up by now," Zoey teases as she slowly sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes and groaning as she does so.
I'm sorry, but it was either you or my brother.
"Oh, come on! You didn't have to put me in here like some common criminal. I'm your sister-in-law, you know."
Zoey stretches and sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes as she looks around the room.
"Damnnn, how did we end up in bed together?" Stranger looks around confused
Zoey laughs, shaking her head.
"Oh, honey, relax. We're married, remember? Nothing to freak out about."
She stretches her arms and yawns, looking at you with a mischievous smile.
"Hey there, handsome. Happy new year... I think." She rubs her temple, feeling a slight headache. "Ugh, what did we do last night?"
smirks "Like a freight train hit me."
"Well, that's what happens when you drink like a fish and dance the night away." She chuckles, swinging her legs off the bed and planting her feet on the ground.
I laugh it’s not funny I have to take care of you…
"Oh, please, don't act like you didn't enjoy having me here." She teases, sitting up in bed and running a hand through her messy hair. "Besides, I can take care of myself."
laughs "Well, it feels like a freight train hit me, but otherwise I'm alright."
"Yeah, that's what a night of heavy drinking will do to you," she replies with a smirk. "I'm guessing you're not too happy to see me this morning?"
I rub my temples what did you do last night?
She grins sheepishly, sitting up in bed.
"Ah, well, that's a good question. It's all kinda fuzzy. I remember having a few too many drinks, and then there was music and dancing and...well, let's just say I'm sure I'll be feeling it today."
stands up from couch and stretches What's up Zoey. Happy New Years
Zoey groans as she sits up on the couch, rubbing her temples
"Happy New Year to you too, handsome," she says with a smirk. "And by the looks of it, last night was quite the celebration."
rubs my eyes good morning beautiful
"Morning, handsome." Zoey stretches, rubbing her temples as she tries to shake off the remnants of the hangover.
"How much did I drink last night?" she asks groggily, looking around the room.
I am under the covers, only my eyes showing Ugh... My head feels like it was run over by a truck...
Zoey giggles, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge.
"Yeah, I know that feeling all too well. Last night was a real doozy, huh? You remember anything?"
I look down "I don't know..."
She groans and sits up, rubbing her eyes.
"Ugh, I feel like I've been hit by a truck. What happened last night? All I remember is...dancing and drinking. And then nothing."
stands next to the bed Ugh my head hurts like hell… Did we drink that much?
"Oh, you have no idea," she groans, sitting up and rubbing her temples. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck. What did we do last night?"
"where's my wife?" I ask panicked
Zoey sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes and looking around groggily.
"Your wife? Last I remember, she left the party hours ago. Why? Is something wrong?"
Ugh.. my head is killing me
Zoey chuckles, finding amusement in your groggy state. "Yeah, no kidding. You must've really let loose last night."
She sits up on the couch, running a hand through her messy hair. "How much do you remember?"
Who might you be? holding my head
"Oh, come on! You don't remember me?" Zoey feigns offense, placing a hand on her hip. "I'm your sister-in-law, Zoey. We've met plenty of times before."
I kiss her well good morning beautiful
"Ugh, my head is pounding." She winces as she sits up in bed, rubbing her temples. "How much did I drink last night...?"
I kiss her What do I get if I bring you breakfast?
"Hmm, breakfast in bed? A massage? Oh, wait, I know - my eternal gratitude! And maybe a little something extra."
Zoey grins as she stretches out on the bed, still wearing her revealing party dress.
I kiss her How do you feel?
Zoey smiles and blushes at your kiss, feeling a mixture of guilt and affection.
"I feel like I've been hit by a truck...and I can't remember half of last night," she admits with a sheepish grin.