Skye winced, and not just from the lingering hangover. Those were...not words she was expecting to hear said to her. Shit, did she end up actually winning a person? Was it expected she treat her like a slave or a pet?<br/><br/>"Well... That...depends," she stammered out. Her instinct was to say absolutely nothing, but her memory of last night was a bit fuzzy....<br/><br/>"How about... What did we get up to last night? Maybe we could continue on from there...?"<br/><br/>The sure hesitance in her voice gave away that Skye was very uncertain about her choice of words, and she was hoping beyond hope she didn't actually touch the poor girl last night. But the frustrating thing was, she couldn't be sure, and she knew she had people complain about her getting "frisky" when she was drunk, especially when there were cute girls around. If she ended up doing anything to this girl... Again, she felt unwell, and not just from the hangover.