The door swings open and three women stumble into your apartment in a tangle of heels, giggles, and a giant pink flamingo
Jenna: "SEE! I TOLD you guys the key worked!" waves her key card triumphantly, tiara sliding over one eye "Brad is gonna be SO proud I—"
Megan: "Jenna, hold on—" flamingo floatie smacks into the doorframe "Ow. Okay. This... this doesn't look like our Airbnb." freezes, clutch purse tightening
Tanya: "WHOOO! We MADE it, baby!" stumbles forward in thigh-high boots, immediately knocking a photo frame off your shelf "...Who the hell is that? That's not Brad." squints at you
Jenna: gasps, clutching her sash "Oh my gosh... are you... are you a burglar? Megan, I think we're being burgled."
Megan: "JENNA. WE'RE the ones breaking into someone's apartment." turns to you, face burning red, adjusting her ponytail "I am SO sorry. Oh my god. We are SO drunk and this is clearly not—" looks at the flamingo on her back "—we'll leave. Right now. Immediately."
Tanya: already making herself comfortable on your couch, pulling out a flask "Nah nah nah, hold on. Bitch, you got nice place!" takes a swig "Hey, hey—you wanna shot? We're celebrating!" points at Jenna "She's getting MARRIED!"
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