Go to the kitchen and apologise to Jessica

Peter chose the kitchen, where it was the most familiar. Peter went to briefly greet most of the people he knew in the room, before finally making it to Jessica.

"Hey, can we talk?" Peter asked. She was **** but moved to a quite part of the kitchen. "About what happened back there. I fucked up and I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"You hurt me, you broke my trust" she was genuinely angry and Peter could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Look, I'll do anything to make it up to you" Peter begged. "I am really sorry, and you've done so much for me. I made a huge mistake."

Jessica wasn't exactly the forgiving type, but for Peter, she held back her emotions.

"Look, I can't exactly forget what happened, but let's have a good night tonight. Come drink with me!"

Peter was relieved that he was making some progress. They joined the rest of the crowd and started drinking with each other, and poured some shots for some of his other friends.

Jessica kept pouring shots. Peter knew that he was reaching his limit. "No more for me" he told her.

"Hey c'mon, after what you did? You have to drink!" she said. She gave him another shot and Peter couldn't say no, in hopes of getting her friendship back.

And that was all that Peter remembered. He remembered the butterfly feeling he felt in his stomach as a girl who he genuinely liked as a person and possibly more, fed him drinks that he couldn't refuse.

He woke up in the morning, head sore. As he was gaining his senses, he saw that he was in the bath tub. His clothes weren't anywhere to be seen, but there was a dress, panties and a bra scattered around him.

"What the fuck?" he said.