To be honest, it's nothing you haven't seen before.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Living in an apartment with two separate bedrooms and only one bathroom, seeing each other naked was bound to happen once in a while. And this certainly won't be the last time this happens, not until someone moves out.

With a subdued reaction, you modestly turned your head to another direction in order to give her some privacy. "Sorry, didn't know you were still here."

"Oh, John. I thought you were still asleep." She calmly took the towel off her of her hair to cover up her lack of pants, having also been used to this awkward situation before. "Alright, I'm all covered up. You can look now."

With her giving permission, you turned your head back- Oh my god she wasn't wearing a bra and you can see the nipples of her D-cup breasts through her shirt-

"Hey, eyes up." She snapped her fingers right in front of you.

"Sorry again-" You shook your head and focused your attention towards the blonde beauty's face. "I thought I was looking at the wonderful potential future of humanity, as well as the beauty of mother nature for a second there. My mistake." You said in the most serious tone you can muster.

She chuckles, but still crosses her arms to cover herself. "You make the weirdest perverted jokes."

You laugh as well, stepping aside to let her slip past you. Remembering the party you two had last night, you nearly forgot to thank her for that. "Hey, thanks for sharing your champagne collection with me last night. I had a great time with you." At least you think it was a great time, judging from how many bottles were emptied and left lying on the floor. You should clean that up for her when you get the chance.

"Don't mention it. I was looking for an excuse to take it out eventually, and what better time than use it to celebrate my bestie's new job?" She smiled back at you as she went back inside her room.

While you'd like to take a shower now that the room is free, it'd be nice to keep chatting with Alice for just a little bit longer.

Leaning against wall next to her door, you asked, "How much did we even drink last night? I woke up with a hangover that was so bad, I'm convinced that it's strong enough to kill a horse or two."

Her voice was slightly muffled through the door, "Agh, man, I don't even know. I had like, a dozen bottles or something, so I wouldn't be surprised if we went overboard and somehow drank it all in one night. Like, do you even remember passing out? All I could remember was taking the first sip, than BOOM, instant blackout."

"I don't really remember much either. I think I got a weird dream from it though."

"Oh yeah? What sort of weird dream?"

What sort of weird dream, indeed. You don't know if you'll be able to explain it to her properly.

"Like, I don't know. It's kind of like the sort of dream you'd get from smoking **** or something. It's really strange."

"A dream that felt like it was induced by ****? What was it about?"

You think back on the dream, trying to retell what little details you still remember from it. "Well... I remember floating around in this black void of some sort. There was... there was this voice that sounded like Laurence Fishburne. You know, the actor?"

"Yeah, him, he played Morpheus in the Matrix movies, right?"

"Yep, that guy."

"Morpheus calling out to you as you float in an empty black void. How spooky." She laughed a bit, before joking, "I bet he told you to choose between a blue and red pill too, right?"

You blinked, realizing that actually was part of the dream too. "Yeah actually. He said that I had to choose between two options that could alter the reality of my life as I know it. Or something." You scratched your head, words of the voice still lost in the space between your mind. "He showed me a blue sphere and a red sphere. The blue one was supposed to make me accepted by the universe, and the red one was to make me cease to exist."

"Sounds like someone has been watching too many movies lately." She teased.

"Heh, yeah. Then I think I was starting to wake up, because I got to feel my hangover near the end of it. The voice told me that I had to choose quickly before my time is up."

"So what did you choose?"

"I think... I think I chose the blue one, maybe? Apparently, choosing the blue sphere means that I get to make people do what I want as long as it's within the realm of possibility. Like, I think I could tell anyone to juggle and dance for me, and they'd do it without argument or asking why. Or something?"

At least you think that was what the voice was going on about. You still can't seem to remember everything it said.

Alice opened her door and walked out, now properly dressed with a light blue pencil skirt, a headband, and disappointingly enough, a bra under her button-up shirt.

You don't look at her chest though, because you're classy like that.

"Do you think the dream was real?" She playfully asked.

You shrug in faux-consideration, "Maybe it was. Maybe I actually am the controller of all now."

"Try testing it out on me. Let's see if it works."

You know she's just teasing you now. You smile at her, wondering what you should do now. It might be fun to go along and humor each other. Maybe ask her to do something crazy that'll gross her out, like ask her to help you out with your shower. She doesn't want to admit it, but she finds your dirty jokes to be pathetically hilarious.

Or maybe you can take this up a notch and bring someone else into this conversation?