Lola blinked the sleep from her eyes and sat up. Lola was a little on the slow side before coffee, but even she noticed the first and most glaringly obvious problem. This room was not pink. This wasn't Frankie's guest room or Shay's room either. And she knew better than to spend the night at Tiny's, between his being a boy, her boyfriend, and living without any sort of adult supervision her father would send her to a convent for that.

She looked around the room a few moments trying to figure out where she was... and then she figured out the second most glaringly obvious problem. With the most undignified little squeak she pulled the blankets back over her because she realized she was very, very naked. She wished she drank, if she drank this whole situation would make a lot more sense.