Go talk to Sarah

You decide to go see how your cousin's doing. Seeing as you banged her last night, that's gotta be something you should deal with. Seeing how she reacts to what happened should be... interesting. Hopefully, she hasn't told the others, because that's not something you want people to find out about. Walking through the drunken haze towards the room, you soon find yourself at Sarah's room, knocking on the door. It opens, to reveal Angie standing there. Her beret and uniform are gone, replaced with a bathrobe. You look at her long, slender legs and bare feet, before looking at the cleavage peaking through the robe, your mouth watering. You snap back to reality, as thankfully she assumes you're just still hungover.

"Hey, Jack," she says. "You looked fucked."

"Maybe a little. I was just popping in to see if Sarah was still alive. Has she... did anything happen her last night?"

"Many, many things," Angie says. "Apparently, she got fucked by some guy last night, before you brought her home, but she was so drunk she has no idea who he was."

"Angie! Don't tell him about that, he's my cousin!"

Oh. Well, that's a... shame? You pause, unsure of how you feel about that. You've got away with fucking your cousin, but she doesn't know about that.

"Can I come in and talk to her?" you ask.

"Don't let him in!" Paula shrieks. "I'm naked."

Angie smirks, pushing the door slightly more closed to stop you from looking into the room.

"Sorry, you can't. Since you're here, do you want to go to lunch with us? We were planning to go soon enough."

"Sure," you say. "I'll meet you down in the pool hall."

"Perfect, see you in a few," Angie says.

You quickly leave the hallway, heading down to the pool table in the lounge. It's empty, thankfully, so you spend half an hour practicing and fucking about.

"You ready to go?" Sarah asks.

You turn around, to find the Sarah with dark eyes and frazzled hair, looking incredibly hungover.

"Hey, Sarah. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," she answers. "The others are outside, waiting."

"Cool," you nod. "Do you... do you remember anything from last night? Anything with... me?"

Sarah pauses, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh... no, don't think so. Oh, shit. Sorry, I forgot, you brought me home. Thanks for that."

"Not a bother," you say. "No idea who you ended up sleeping with?"

"Not a clue," she shrugs. "I'm pretty sure it was good, though."

"Oh. Alrighty, then. Come on, then, let's go get lunch," you say.