Pleather
CA!Talia and Cass -- My character has no recollection of the night prior. Send me a single word and they will have a hazy memory of an event involving it.
"There was definitely... pants."
Cassandra groans. "That's a relief, considering Garrett was there."
"Oh--oh, wait." Head still beneath her pillow, Talia reaches across the bed to blindly reach for Cass and taps her arm. "Garrett. You said Garrett."
"It was his party."
"No -- the pants." The previously hazy party from the night before slowly begins to piece itself together in Talia's mind. "Garrett spilled his drink on you and since we were at Lel's place she let you borrow some pants."
She groans again. "I can't fit into her pants, Talia."
"They were pleather," Talia remembers with a laugh. "You looked really hot, and that's why they're probably still in the kitchen."
Beneath her breath, Cassandra mumbles, "I'm surprised you made it to the kitchen."








