Amy woke up in a daze. Sleepiness clung to her and she struggled to open her eyes. What had happened to her last night? She vaguely recalled a party, some drinks and a cavalcade of laughing faces and perhaps board games? Maybe not board games by the end - she somewhat remembered playing some obscure variant of Liar's Dice in which the players could take a shot or take off a piece of clothing whenever they lost a round. She groggily looked down at her body, and based on her state of undress and the torpor she was experiencing, she had likely lost many rounds.
After blinking her tired eyes a few times, Amy saw she was in the well-lit guest bedroom of her friend's house. She was partially wrapped in a cocoon of sheets and blankets; one of her legs was bare and exposed to the frigid air of the morning. Yawning widely, she stretched luxuriously, brushing her outstretched fingertips against the oaken frame of the bed. The smooth texture of the wood awakened her senses more fully and brought the world into greater focus. There was a faint noise in the distance that sounded vaguely like a woman humming.
The smell of brewing coffee wafted into the room and created a compulsion in her to partake in delicious warm beverages on this cold morning. Amy would've preferred to roll into a tighter ball and enjoy contrast of warm bedding on her naked flesh but insistence of the coffee aroma commanded her to search for it.
Attempting to roll out of bed proved to be a mistake. The process of unravelling the woollen blanket and stepping out of bed was too complicated a manoeuvre to pull off in her soporific state and Amy only managed to entangle herself further, landed on the floor with a meaty thump. She lay there for a moment, face pressed against the hardwood floor and contemplated staying here for a little while longer. The cool of the floor felt so refreshing against her flushed face, though she noticed after a few moments that it was completely quiet now except for the sound of her breathing.
"You alright back there?" a female voice called from another room.
Amy strained her face against the floor.
"Mmyeahmmokay," she managed.
The voice in the distance responded with a slight tone of relief.
"No worries! When you're ready, come on out and I've got breakfast for you."
The fogginess hadn't lifted from Amy's mind but she was quite certain that she had no idea whose voice that was. It had been a rowdy house party last night but she couldn't remember who she'd talked to. Still, there was a delightful aroma of coffee in their air and she was being offered it. Amy braced herself against the floor and pushed herself up. The motion took some effort as the bedsheet was tucked around her shoulders and arms; her palms kept sliding across the smooth floor.
Eventually she managed to sufficiently disentangle herself to get to her feet and noticed the extent of her undress. Apart from the blanket that she now pulled around her body more tightly to ward off the chill of the air, she wore only a loose fitting sky-blue tank top and a pair of white socks. She would wonder about the whereabouts of her other clothes - but only after breakfast.
Amy padded out of the bedroom in search of sustenance. The humming had resumed and she honed in on the sound - which as she traversed the corridor was coming from the kitchen. Reaching the threshold of the kitchen, she peered shyly around the doorframe.
Inside was a well apportioned kitchen with black marble countertops and high-set windows. A sizzling sound caught Amy's attention and she leaned further and saw a woman standing in from of a stovetop. The woman had fair skin and shoulder length chestnut hair that was a little too short for the tight ponytail it was tied into. She was tall and almost Amazonian in figure; even viewed from behind she was clearly buxom. She appeared to be dressed but after squinting for a moment Amy saw that she wore nothing but a linen apron and a pair of yellow and green striped panties. They looked suspiciously like...
"Hey!" shouted Amy. The woman turned her head towards the source of the shout and looked at her.
"Good morning Ms. Amy!" she smiled. "I've made a pot of espresso and I hope you like your eggs scrambled."
Amy was incredulous. "You thieving bitch! Why are you wearing my panties?!"
The woman looked down at her body and grinned cheekily.
"You mean these?" she asked, lifting up the front of her apron and exposing her underwear.
"Well I couldn't find mine after last night and I did win them fair and square from you."
Amy blinked several times while shaking her head. "I don't...what are you...who...?"
"And after all the fun we had last night you don't remember me," the woman said. She pointed to herself with the spatula in her hand.
"Quinn." She swivelled back towards the stove and Amy saw her turn the burners off with an audible click.
This was getting increasingly frustrating. Amy had only been up for a few minutes but here was a strange woman wearing stolen underwear and making her coffee. "Who are you?"
Quinn turned back towards her and reached to the nape of her neck. Her nimble fingers deftly began to untie the string of the apron.
"We met at the party last night, remember? I'm Jake's old friend? We played that game and we ran out of vodka?" Quinn said.
Amy shook her head. "Last night is still a blur. I still don't remember."
