Multiple models all drunk wear jeans and T shirts in a messy bedroom scene

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As I lay sprawled across the bed, my head thumped against the pillow like it was trying to escape my skull. I groaned, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me as I looked around the chaotic mess that was our bedroom.

Empty liquor bottles littered every inch of available space, their contents long since drained into our stomachs and onto the floor. The air reeked of stale beer and cheap whiskey. It was clear we had partied until the wee hours, and then some.

A faint giggle caught my attention as I gazed up at the camera, trying to focus on the faces surrounding me. There were three guys all vying for my attention - Jack, Alex, and Ryan - each one with a hand somewhere on my body, whether it was grasping my waist or cupping my cheek.

I squinted at them, trying to remember how this had happened. Had I invited them over? Did we have a game night that got out of control? The memories swirled together like a fuzzy dream.

My eyes drifted back to the camera, where it captured our debauchery with an unblinking gaze. Everyone else looked just as drunk and disheveled as me - Jack had his arm slung over my shoulders, while Alex leaned in close, whispering something in my ear that made him chuckle.

Ryan was busy trying to get the attention of a nearly passed-out woman lying across from us, her bra exposed and her sundress hiked up over her thighs. Her dishwater blonde hair cascaded down her back like a tangle of weeds, with neon blonde highlights poking out here and there like dandelion fluff.

My eyes landed on myself for the first time that night - or so I thought. My hair looked limp and greasy from the humidity in the room, my skin shiny from all the beer and sweat. A faint glow clung to my cheeks as if I'd been out under the sun too long.

Ugh. What had happened?

I squinted again at Jack, who was grinning like a fool right next to me on the bed. He nudged me with his elbow, trying to get me to say something into the camera.

"P-pretty please?" he slurred, eyes shining bright behind bloodshot pupils.

The woman across from us started snoring loudly, so I turned my attention back to Jack. "Wh-wh-what's going on here?" I mumbled, still trying to piece together how we'd ended up like this.

Alex, who was now lying on his side next to me, chuckled lazily and nudged my shoulder with his own. "We had a party, baby girl. You were the life of the party."

A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized just how many people must have been here. It wasn't just us three. There was someone lying at the foot of the bed, snoring away in a heap of blankets and beer cans.

I turned my gaze to Ryan, who was still trying to wake up his passed-out friend with no luck whatsoever.

"Did we really drink all that?" I asked him incredulously.

Ryan shrugged. "Yeah. We did. You girls can hold your liquor better than us guys, though."

Jack, now propping himself up on one elbow next to me, yawned loudly and lay back down beside me again.

"I'm going to pass out," he mumbled, eyes drifting closed mid-sentence.

The camera continued snapping away above us all - capturing every last detail of our debauchery. I let my own eyes drift shut as well, lulled by the sound of Jack's snores and Alex's gentle snuffling nearby.

This had to be a dream... right? A really wild, crazy dream...

But when I woke up the next morning, all those empty liquor bottles would be gone. And we'd never have to answer for our party antics on camera ever again...