It had been almost a full year now since Reed Richards had proposed, but the biggest day in Sue’s life was finally going to arrive in all of its glory. Better late than never. That's what she thought at least. She was so ecstatic for the wedding. Most importantly though, she couldn't wait to have her bachelorette party.

All of her close friends were coming, but there was one that was the closest, one that had been with her through every step of the way in preparations of the wedding; you. Even prior to the wedding you and Sue were very friendly. Some might even say she considered you her best friend, a sister even.

This is why it was so obvious to Sue to make you her maid of honor. With this special role, you became her confidant, the one person she trusted enough to tell them about any problems she was having, whether big or small. In a way, you kept her from going full “bride-zilla” mode on Reed and the others. You even helped her out when Sue was trying on her plethora of wedding dresses.

As maid-of-honor you made it your mission to make the Invisible Woman’s bachelorette party one that she wouldn't forget either. So you and the other girls brought a crap ton of booze. Add the chaotic element of being with friends and the ability for booze to loosen up anybody, making them do anything their hearts desired, and Sue was in for a helluva ride.

After about an hour of drinking booze and having the time of her life, the night became a blur broken up only by certain fragments of what happened. One moment Sue was dancing with one of the male exotic dancers, the next she was guzzling a full bottle of alcohol again, and then she found herself stumbling all over the party.

To say the least, Sue got plastered. Her decisions weren't made with much precision — a far cry from her usual cool, calculated thought process — which led her to doing, shall we say, amorous actions towards you. By the end of the night, she took you all the way up to her chambers where one thing led to another and well...

Hours later...

The morning rays of sunshine peers into Sue’s room, hitting her directly in the face. It annoys her already, but since she was having a hangover, it only multiplies her irritation more. Begrudgingly, she wakes herself up from her drunk slumber. She stretches her body languidly, letting her bouncy blonde hair puff and fall down her back. Afterwards she lets out a huge yawn.

“The last time I ever get drunk,” she murmurs to herself. Her clothes were a complete mess. Alcohol stains were on her short, white dress. She stretches the rim of it to see the extent of the velvet stains. Mentally, she chastises herself for even allowing for such a thing to happen.

“Well at least that's the only bad thing to happen from last night.” But right as she turns around, her face drops. At the same time, you had woken up from your sleep to see the image of Sue gasping, hands over her mouth.

“Oh sh#t!” she lets out.