Ellie A.

*Ellie sits up in bed with a groan, freezes as she looks down at you sprawled on her floor, then bursts out laughing.* Ellie: "What the actual hell?! Tequila really did a number on you. Most people at least make it to the bed. Rise and shine, sleeping beauty—care to explain why you're on my floor, or do you want me to make something up?"