Some Answers

"Hey, I found our shit!" Jezebel heard Jeff yell. He was now awake (well, half-awake), and had explored the bus. Sure enough, in the back of the bus were the band's instruments, along with a piece of paper. Jeff brought the paper to Jezebel, now dressed in a torn black top and tight, shiny black jeans, who looked at it.

"Looks like a bus registration... in our name?" Jezebel asked. "We bought this bus? How? I mean, we make money, yeah, but enough for a bus? And that doesn't explain the clothes I was buried under. What the hell happened last night?"

"I have no idea." Jeff replied. "All I remember is parts of the party. Tucker challenged some biker to a drinking contest, you and Kristina spent most of the night making out, then you got that tattoo from that goth chick, but the rest is a blur."

"Wait, goth chick?" Jezebel asked. "She gave me this tattoo?"

"I... think, it's still blurry." Jeff replied. "We were completely wasted."

Jezebel was about to say something, but she suddenly felt... odd. Her head started swimming, and she felt some odd warmth in her rear. But it ended just as fast as it started.

"The hell was that?" Jezebel asked, confused.

"Hey, babe." Kristina said, walking up to Jezebel. "I must be really hungover, 'cause your butt looks a bit bigger."

Confused, Jezebel looked back at her butt. Sure enough, it did seem a bit bigger. Not by a lot, but still noticable in her tight jeans.

"Uh..." Jezebel said, bewildered. But that wasn't all. For some reason, she...