Yes

Felicia awoke the next morning with a hangover and a sense of unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that feeling that she had done something that she was going to regret, but she also couldn't remember what it was through the tequila haze still clouding her brain. On the plus side, there were no naked satisfied looking frat boys in her bed, so it couldn't have been that bad.

Things had started innocently enough. The redhead had been named Morgan, and she had turned out to be pretty cool. Certainly very liberal with the Tequila shots... Then she had asked them to do something really stupid, and they had stupidly agreed. She felt another pang of unease.

It was starting to come back. Something today...no, something tomorrow. Some kind of boat race? That couldn't be right...

She heard Lisa groan from the next room. "Tequila, you are a harsh mistress."

She got a text. From Morgan. Captain Morgan, apparently. Felicia heard a chorus of mixed groans and outraged squeals from her sisters as they read the message...