Olivia wakes up with a bit of a hangover

Olivia Blink's eyes opened slowly. Sun cascaded through two windows on the side of the bedroom, sneaking through cheap half-sealed blinds. Based solely on the light from outside, Olivia figured it must already be well into the morning. She stared toward the window.

"Unh," she grunted softly. "What was I even just dreaming?" She glanced at the clock on the night stand. 8:41. "Not as late as I thought." She rubbed her head, a slight throbbing sensation running through her temples. She rolled to her side and saw Brian next to her, asleep. "Ah, right. He stayed over." She started re-assembling the pieces of the night before. "The bar ... tequila shots ... that club ... Tyler! ... and then, maybe Brian drove us back here?" She looked at him for a while, continuing her monologue. "We didn't do it. I can't imagine -- with me drunk, and him being, well, Brian."

And then the penny dropped. Olivia's eyes widened in spite of her headache, and she sat up.

"TikTok!"

Her phone wasn't on the nightstand -- she had gotten home late, drunk, discombobulated, and she had left it ...

"In my purse!"

She slipped out of bed gently, hoping not to wake up Brian. She found her purse just inside the doorway to her bedroom, rifled inside, and found her phone.

"27% charge. That's enough to browse for a minute."

She slipped back into bed, again aiming not to wake her sleeping partner. She tapped the phone away, opened TikTok, and searched for barbaroni2727.

"Okay, let's see ..."

She opened the profile. The entire library of content was blocks of text, and it seemed, at a quick glance, only the ones she had seen from her friends at work -- with the exception of a new one.

"... with today's date."

She tapped it open, and began to read.