travelers checks.

I woke up. Or did I?

Why the hell was I in a...hotel? A bedroom?

It should have been a dream, but then my head decided to feel like it was blowing up and I decided with purpose that no, this was not a dream.

I had just woken up in a bed that wasn't mine.

Typically, though this might not be the case for everyone, I woke up in my own bed. At home. In fucking Connecticut.

Suddenly, something moved in the covers next to me, and spoke in a language I couldn't understand. God, why had I taken latin in highschool? It was a woman, that much was clear.

"Bonjour, madamoiselle," She whispered, voice hoarse. I must have looked at her with a horrified face, because she just laughed and said, "I'm just kidding. I thought it would be funny because we're in Mexico."

"What?" I yellped out. I shot out of the bed, and took the covers with me. Was I naked? I looked down. I wasn't naked, completely, anyway.

"Yeah," She said calmly, and as familiar as she almost looked, I couldn't place her. She was gorgeous, and her hair was something close to a , but I was a woman of integrity. I didn't do one night stands, especially since I had a boyfriend. I shook my head.

That wasn't true anymore.

"Okay," I said, preparing myself for the worst outcome, "This might sound like an asshole move, but who are you? And why am I here?"

"Oh, I'm an escort," She chirped. I must've made another terrified face, because she frowned, "That was a joke. I'm Chloe. We met last night, got blasted, then decided to take a trip-"

"Because my boyfriend broke up with me," I finished, sighing. My head hurt. My brain hurt. "Did we do anything last night?"

Chloe looked confused for a second, before grinning, "You're into girls?"

"Answer the question."

"Nah," She giggled. I could see why drunk-me decided to take a trip with her. She was wild. "Let's go get some breakfast."