Dylan and Carrie, night at the hotel

Flashes of light hit Carrie like a truck. Her head pounded and her throat ached. She felt like she hadn't had a drop of water in years.

"So...thirsty," she whispered to herself.

Carrie noticed a bottle of water on the nightstand beside her. She thanked her drunk self for being so considerate and began chugging the water. After she was hydrated, she noticed something about her room.

"Wait a minute," she said to herself. "This isn't my room. Where're my posters? Where is my Xbox?"

She felt a chill on her legs and lifted the sheet to find another shock. "Where are my clothes?!"

Something rustled beside her. A huge lump under the covers moved, sticking its handsome bed-head out of the blanket. "Would you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep."

Dylan suddenly sprung upwards as it took in the view of the room. He realized he was naked under the covers and sitting next to a beautiful naked girl. "Wait! What are you doing in my room?!"

"Your room?!" Carrie asked. "You live in a hotel?"

Dylan looked around and realized he and the girl were stranded in a hotel room, hungover, and completely naked. He shuffled himself under the covers while Carrie kept the sheets around her body.

The two looked at each other and asked the same question at the same time. "How did we get here?"