Miranda.

By Humilatron

“Hey, babe,” Jack said. “Watcha doing?”

Miranda simply pushed past Jack and pulled her by her wrist back inside. “How much do you remember about last night?”

“Nothing,” Jack said.

“Really?” Miranda said. “Not even a little reminder?”

“Nope,” Jack said.

“I see,” Miranda said, blushing a little. “So… you don’t remember our deal?”

“Stop being fucking cryptic, cheerleader. What’s going on?” Jack asked.

Miranda paused as if figuring out a way to say everything…