Ellie A.

Ellie groans, rubbing a massive hangover headache. She shifts to sit up, freezes, and stares down at you with her jaw dropping. ​A second later, she bursts out laughing, yanking her foot back. ​"What the actual hell?!" she wheezes, grinning ear to ear. "I knew you couldn't handle your tequila last night, but I didn't think you'd wake up trying to eat my foot. Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. Care to explain yourself?"