6 day 2 (morning)

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Elsa's POV

I slowly opened my eyes.

I felt like I was sleeping on something odd. More like someone!

I looked at ouch my head hurts.

The bar has beer cans everywhere!

I looked down and saw Jack!

So all this time I was on top of jack?!

elsa: um... (head ache) ow!

Jack: ngh......

Elsa: 😳

Jack: why in the world are you on top of me?

Elsa: I don't know!

We both stood up but our heads hurt.

???: must have been a night!

Elsa and jack: (looks at the person)

Jack: Robbert?! How did you get in my house?!

Robbert: I don't know too!

Elsa: um.....

Robbert: so I'm guessing you might have an explanation why both of you are in the floor? And jack is in his boxers while Elsa is on her very open night gown!

Elsa: oh.... Um....(head ache)

Robbert: hmm... And the beer!

Jack: oh uh.....

Robbert: so how was last night?

Jack: you know what... Just get out of my house!

Robbert: hmm.... OK! (goes out)

Elsa: well it looks like he had an awkward night...(stands up)

Jack; I think (stands up too)

Jack and I both went to the bathroom and vomited!!

Yup! Even when we were teens we had our first beer and we both vomited!

Jack and elsa: ugh!!! (vomits)

Jack was done and I still vomited

Jack: you done?

Elsa: just a little bit - (vomits)

And after a while we both went out and cleaned the bar.

Jack turned on the TV. And we saw Robbert's dares.

Robbert: well folks! I'm guessing our lovely couple had fun last night

(shows a short video of Elsa being on top of jack who is wearing his boxers and his shirt. And Elsa wearing an open night gown)

Robbert: I'm guessing that the HONEY MOON got cracky!
For more information please stay tuned

Jack: (turn off the tv) oh no...

Elsa: oh no it is.... Look! (points at the window)

A minute reporters and photographers.

Jack: Elsa! (throws a robe)

Elsa: jack! Cover up! (wears robe and throws a towel to jack)

Jack: what in the world are they doing here? (goes outside)

Random: jack?! What happened last night?

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