A messy group scene in a dimly lit cabin with multiple drunken models

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It was going to be one of those nights.

The cabin was a mess, empty liquor bottles scattered everywhere like they were toys after a children's birthday party. In the center of it all stood 20-year-old Mia, her dishwater blonde mohawk sticking up in every direction as if it was trying to reach the ceiling. Her bright red lingerie peeked out from under a purple miniskirt that seemed to be on its last legs.

She looked like she'd been drinking for hours – and judging by the empty bottles around us, we had all been. I counted eight of them, and there were nine of us in total.

Mia slumped against one of her three or four guys, who were all staring at her with varying degrees of adoration (and possibly lust). They looked like they'd been drinking too, but not nearly as much as Mia had. She was the real champion tonight.

One guy tried to take a photo of us, but everyone else kept getting in the way. I think it ended up being a blurry mess – perfect for our Instagram post tomorrow morning.

"Let's just go outside," one guy said, trying to pick Mia up and carry her out of the cabin.

Mia giggled uncontrollably as she was carried across the room, stumbling over empty bottles left and right. She kept saying something about how she loved this song (which I couldn't even remember hearing).

Outside we stumbled around under the stars, laughing and shouting at each other while trying to keep our balance on uneven terrain. It felt like no one knew what they were doing anymore – except maybe Mia, who seemed to be having the time of her life.

"Where's my bra?" someone asked out of nowhere.

I looked over to see that it was missing.

"Oh yeah," I said with a grin. "You took it off inside and we can't find it."

Mia laughed again, this time so hard she almost fell over. Luckily, one of the guys caught her before she hit the ground.

As the night wore on – or at least what felt like hours later – I stumbled back into the cabin with the rest of them. We all collapsed onto whatever floor cushions we could find and spent a few minutes catching our breath.

Then someone started playing music again, and we were off for round two.

The next thing I remember was waking up on the couch with Mia lying across me. She looked even more drunk than she had before – if that's possible – her eyes half-closed and her hair a mess.

I lifted my head to see what time it was and winced at the bright morning light streaming through the window.

It was 7 am, which meant we'd been partying for over 12 hours. No wonder everyone looked so exhausted.

As I gently set Mia down onto the couch cushions next to me, one of her guys groggily opened his eyes, too. "Morning," he mumbled, before passing out again.

We all just lay there in silence for a while, trying to remember what had happened last night.

But Mia was already stirring – slowly at first, then with more and more energy as she realized where she was.

"Woah," she muttered, her voice shaking slightly. "What...what happened?"

I looked over at her and smiled weakly. "You got drunk," I said, which made her laugh even though it clearly pained her to do so.

The rest of us all started stirring then, too – slowly at first, before realizing that we were going to be late for work in the morning.

And with a collective groan, everyone jumped up from their places on the floor and stumbled out of the cabin, ready to face whatever consequences today had in store for us.