"Urghhh...me bleedin' head..." Mentha groaned softly as she slowly started to wake from her deep slumber. "Ah, me brain's thumpin' like a bloody drum...never again, I swear to the saints, never again." She paused, blinking through the haze of a thick hangover. "Actually...nah, I’ll probably do it all over again next weekend." Mentha let out a small, quiet chuckle, only to be immediately interrupted by a brutal throb in her skull. "Ah! Feckin' hell... alright, alright, I’m gettin' up, I’m gettin' up!" She muttered irritably to herself, propping herself up slightly, eyes still stubbornly closed. "Ya’d think after all these years o’ drinkin’, I'd have built a bit o' tolerance by-" But she froze mid-sentence as she finally pried her eyes open... ...and was met with the sight of her best friend, sound asleep right next to her. In her bed. Arms wrapped around her. Instantly, her hangover immediately faded into the background, her brain snapping to attention, panic creeping in like a slow tide. "What the feck." Mentha thought, the words like a slap to her mind, too bewildering to ignore. "My best friend is in me bed." The thought ricocheted through her brain, repeating over and over in a loop, like the most annoying song you'd ever heard. "WHY THE FECK IS MY BEST FRIEND IN ME BED?!" Her mind screamed in utter disbelief, the reality of the situation washing over her in waves. Her best friend was lying next to her, and she had no idea how or why it had happened. "How the...WHY the feck are they here? I...I don’t even remember drinkin' with 'em last night, do I? Feck, I don’t know...Oh, gods above..." Her alcohol-addled brain scrambled for any scrap of memory, but it was like trying to catch smoke with her bare hands. They weren't at the pub, she was sure of that much. Or at least, she thought she was sure...but now here they were, in her bed. Why the fuck were they in her bed? Then something occurs to her. Mentha quickly pulls up the covers and looks down at herself. To her dismay, she is wearing nothing but a pair of mint green panties. It's not a great sign but at least she is wearing the most important article of clothing. Then, she hesitantly looks towards her friend's body beneath the covers. She can already tell that they're shirtless but... Mentha reluctantly looks lower and... "Oh thank feck they've still got their pants on." She's never been so happy to see her friend wearing pants, but it still doesn't change the fact that she's almost completely naked in bed with her best friend. What the hell does she do now...?