In Claire's house

You wake up in a bedroom that seems unfamiliar to you. The walls are covered with kawaii artwork of anime boys in varying degrees of dress.

The room is filled with merchandise, and you realize that someone else is in the bed. You try to get a look, it's an Inuyasha bodypillow. You groan and roll your eyes. Ibuprofen is on the nightstand as well as a green flavoured sports drink. You don't feel much of a hangover, but you take it anyways. Better to be safe than sorry.

As you climb out of the bed, you see the pieces of your suit, all strewn across the floor. Were you that drunk last night? You're still wearing your boxers. You slowly get dressed, and quietly walk out of the room. You don't hear anything, but it looks like mid day. You think this is the guest room. You pass by another room. There's a bunch of Kpop posters plastered over the door. Must be Claire's room.

As you creep through the halls, you notice the sheer amount of stuff everywhere. The house is a mess. You check your phone. It's the afternoon. You see a text from Jackie. It's an address, to a hotel and a time. Three hours from now. You should be able to bus there in an hour.

You go to the kitchen. The dining room is very messy, and you see all manner of gadgets. You start making yourself some eggs, continuing to sip the green sports drink. You think of what to do next.