(groan) Kiara opened her eyes, a throbbing pain hitting her head. She struggled to keep her eyes open, feeling disoriented.
"What is going on?" she murmured, kneading her forehead and looking around the unfamiliar place. "Why is my head hurting so bad?" Her mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. She blinked aimlessly, trying to shake off the confusion before finally getting off the bed.
Throwing the blanket off herself, she stumbled towards the washroom. As she looked into the mirror, the first thing she noticed was the makeup on her face, now smudged and disheveled. Her eyes were rimmed with black, and her lipstick had smeared messily.
"Hah!" she let out a sarcastic laugh, placing her hands on the sink as she hung her head. "Why do I look like this? And how did I get so drunk?" The memories of the night were a blur, and she struggled to recall the details.
