Ah... Yet another morning of waking up to cringing and regretting my actions from the night before; deja vu at its finest. What's making it worse is knowing my antics didn't work last night, mostly because I woke up in bed with Manon—not a naked Desmond.
I love my friend but when I saw her sprawled in my bed, snoring loudly whilst hugging me, I got mad at her. She ruined my plans to seduce Desmond. I know because all my memories from last night are intact. I was drunk, but not enough to become a mad woman... well, most of the time at least.
I remember trying to get Desmond to sleep with me in the women's toilet—cringe—but his common sense won against his lust somehow and he ended up carrying me on his shoulders to the car waiting for us at the hotel's entrance. Then the four of us—including Manon and Chester—drove back here.
That's when it started... his fight with Manon over who gets to tend to me at night.
