Ashley's girlfriend is in the kitchen

Morning rolls around, and you're dazed. What happened last night?

A wet dream, you're pretty sure. A really shitty one, because even in your wet dream you care too much about her to fuck your cru- your friend.

Why are you in Ashley's house? You must have gotten really drunk last night, that's happened before. Yeah, and she must have just let you stay the night.

Yeah, that explains everything. Except why she's shirtless and on the floor.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

That wasn't a dream. That actually happened. And, from the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen, Hannah is back. She must have seen what happened yesterday, her girlfriend shirtless on the floor, you on her own bed - what does she think? Does she realize Ashley's going through some sort mental breakdown? You need to make sure she knows.

You stumble out of bed, managing to avoid tripping on your friend, and make your way into the kitchen.

Hannah was intimidating at one point. With a nose ring, dark hair, a skinniness that can only be achieved by inhuman amounts of exercise, and visible abs, she's exactly the sort of girl you'd have been too nervous to talk to, even if she didn't ride motorcycles and do martial arts as a hobby.

Well, it turns out she's more shy than scary. She doesn't talk much, and when she does she's bad enough at it that she either accidentally comes across as aggressive or constantly pauses while talking. Ashley's told you that she's actually ridiculously nice.

"Had a fun night?", she asks, her voice lilting a bit, obviously insincere.

"No!"

"No?", and that confusion is obviously insincere as well.

"No. I know what you're thinking, but she didn't do anything. We didn't do anything. I think... I think she's had a breakdown. She was talking nonsense, acting like she _liked _me-"

"She does like you!" Seriously, Hannah needs to grow some social skills, that's obviously not what you meant.

"No, I mean, she - she - she wanted to fuck me!" You finally get that out, and watch in satisfaction as the poor girlfriend finally gets it and her face changes.

Except that doesn't happen. She just tilts her head. "Well, yeah, of course. Why wouldn't she?"

Eh?

Ashley takes that moment to exit her bedroom, still topless, rubbing her eyes. "Moo-" Yawn. "Morning."

Hannah turns to her. "Ashley, I think he's a little off today. He's acting like you and I wouldn't _want _to fuck him when he needs it."

Wait, what was that 'and I' about?

Ashley turns to you. "Dude, I think you're the one going through a bit of a mess right now. We've always wanted to make you happy, any way we can."

You pause for a moment, and think. Did you hit your head somewhere? Are you the one who's gone crazy? Ashley and Hannah seem to find this pretty normal, and so did the old man yesterday. So are you being a lunatic?

Maybe. Your memories feel real, but that's what a crazy person would think.

Hannah walks up to you, her hand brushing against your crotch. "If you've really forgotten... maybe we can try to jog your memory? Try the things that... the three of us used to do?"