How About A Drink?

Maria asks if you’d like to come in for a drink and dry off. Well a couple beers turns into cocktails which soon turns into shots of Tequilla and then you’re fairly certain that the floor punched you right in the face.

You wake up in a bed and are a little groggy. You peer under the sheets noticing that your clothes are all gone. You panic briefly, but figure that you must have ended up in bed with Maria which wouldn’t be so bad if you could actually remember it. The door to the bedroom opens and Maria comes in wearing a silk kimono.

“I see you’re finally awake.”

“Yeah… did we?”

“No. You got a bit worse for the weather and passed out.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, how do you feel?”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“How’s your head?”

“A bit dizzy, but I’m pretty good considering. Why?”

“Well I just wanted to be sure you’d be capable of remembering all this. I doubt you’ll want to forget it.” Maria begins to untie her kimono and advances on the bed.