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❝ gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane ❞
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Your alarm went off bright and loudly the next morning, annoying you greatly as last night's hangover haunted your exasperated body.
"Ugh..." you grumbled, hitting the clock to turn it off, and running your hand through your hair, which was still a little wet from the pool incident.
Walking over to the kitchen, you began to make a coffee while Sasha sat on a stool, ravaging her way through a full breakfast.
"Hey y/n!" she looked up from her food.
"Morning, Sasha. What time did we get back last night?" you replied and begun stirring your coffee with a teaspoon.
"Well we had to walk, we were too drunk to drive and apparently too drunk to even use our phones to call a taxi. It must've been a long walk, all the way from the suburbs... Maybe we took the subway..." She began going off onto a tangent. "Yeah, the subway probably. It would've taken us hours to stumble home if we walked," she finished.
"Well I wouldn't put walking the whole way past us, this involved you and Connie, after all," you chuckled.
You both stopped talking for a minute, as you sipped your warm brew of coffee while Sasha continued to gobble her breakfast down like an animal.
"Do you remember anything from last night? Like, I don't know, maybe some kind of confession or big moment in your relationship with a certain someone..." you asked her, trying to find out if your plan had worked.
"...Hm, no. What do you mean by that?" Sasha shrugged cluelessly.
"Nothing, nevermind," you answered.
"...Anyway..." she came to lean on the counter beside you, her face an already-knowing grin. "You seem to be glowing this morning..." she dragged the word 'glowing' out, trying to suppress a girlish giggle.
Cringing internally, you brought your palms to your face and cupped your nose, resting your elbows on the counter with a sustained groan.
