Denise gets the girl

Denise opened her eyes.

Between the raging hangover that coursed through her head and she felt as if her entire body had been hit with a Ryhorn, things felt off for the twin.

"Ugh..." she muttered and looked to her left. Laying before her was what appeared to be a woman. She didn't quite recognize the woman in question, but it was clear that she had in fact scored a date of some kind. Not that Denise could remember how she had managed that. "Morning."

Waiting a moment, she watched the woman slowly rouse from her slumber. Fiery red hair on full display, it was framed perfectly by a set of violet eyes. Staring at Denise for a couple seconds, her head pulled back.

"Who the heck are you?!" the woman announced and Denise stared down at the bed. How the heck was she going to explain this one?