[ As far as rude awakenings go, this one...is not all that bad, really! Waking up in a cozy robe is particularly nice, and even once she has disembarked from her starting vehicle, she doesn't take up the hapless valet's offer of new clothing to change into. Nah, she's good like this. Barefoot and snug. Wardrobe malfunctions have never scared her!

What is more of a concern to her is her is what she hears from the valet about car part thieves. The gleaming hood ornaments on many of the vehicles caught her eye, too, but after hearing his tragic story about mounting wedding expenses, her fickle protagonist heart is moved to help rather than menace. Maybe she can still claim a hood ornament or two as a prize for her hard work once she catches the true culprit, but until then, she's on the case.

Without her usual companions to temper her intuition one way or another, Stelle stalks very sneakily (is she...humming her own theme music?) through the parking garage, keenly watching for any sign of movement within the vehicles. As soon as something catches her eye from one of them, she charges ahead without hesitation, wrenching open the nearest car door with one hand, and pointing an accusatory finger at whomever happens to be sitting (innocently) within. ]

Stop right there! I've caught you red-handed, Parking Purloiner! [ Like that? She came up with it herself. ] Turn over the goods while you still have a chance to clear your conscience.

[ Or else!! ]

[ Though Stelle doesn't need to be told twice to party all night long, she does take come convincing and cajoling from the staff to slip into more formal attire. She was really into the track suit vibe, but, okay, fine! She can slay in this, too.

Though the regular slots and tables in the casino draw her attention first, it isn't long before she has severely exhausted her funds, meager as they are as a new arrival. There's a reason Pom-Pom only puts her in charge of buying things like snacks for the Express. When she's out of chips, the sex toy roulette pulls her in next, lured by the promise of things not such as butt-plugs and vibrators, but instead the "insta-prize". She's never met an instant prize she doesn't like (probably). Chocolate syrup and an electric toothbrush wouldn't hurt either!

So up to the wheel she steps, RNGesus take the wheel (literal), as it spins and slows and stops on...insta-prize. A handful of questionable decisions later, and she is now the proud owner of a motorcycle. Let's be real, she didn't even look twice at the other prizes. Sure, she's still broke, but at least she has a cool-ass ride now! Besides, maybe she can kill two birds with one stone...

If she can even ride this thing properly. It's really hard?? In a dress??? Very unsteadily and slowly, she drives the motorcycle down the hallway between game rooms, only for it to start to tip over. Jumping off it before it topples fully, she lands in front of a passerby, one hand on her hip. ]

Can I give you a ride, darlin'? [ Okay, she has an accent now. ] Just ten chips to anywhere in the casino ya wanna go!

[ As the motorcycle is literally tipped on its side behind her. Awesome, wow, what an offer. ]

[ Of course she's going to play this one, too. Even if she didn't have a few drinks and the spirit of partying strong with her, she's never one to back down from a challenge, and so she slips into a seat at any available table, across from her would-be partner. What a way to meet someone, right? It'll make for a great story later — or maybe she'll get drunk enough she can forget whatever happens. ]

Hey, mind if I join you? Seems kinda hard to play the game by yourself. [ A winsome wink, as she picks up the dice and begins to turn them over between her palms. ] After all, how are you gonna...lick...oh.

[ ...Oh. She assumed this was going to mostly be kissing, maybe feeling someone up at most, but there are...a lot of possibilities on these dice, huh...

She swallows against the tension in her throat, heat creeping up into her cheekbones. She immediately regrets this decision!!! ]

[ Just let her die, actually.

That's the one pervading thought that penetrates the cloud of a monster hangover in her head as she comes to the morning following the party. Her hair is tousled into a gray nest around her head, every limb and joint aches, throat dry and angry, and it's all too much to let her just...fall back asleep. Great, there goes her one and only plan of sleeping off this godawful hangover...

Instead, she does her best to ward off consciousness as best she can, rolling closer to the warmth of another in her bed, synapses not firing yet. With a groan, she curls her aching (and bare) body against her bedmate's, nestling into the heat of their skin. That's...better, actually. Much better.

Maybe she can fall back asleep like this...even if there's a voice nagging at the back of her subconsciousness. Stubborn as ever, she dutifully ignores it. ]

Nnnot. Now...Pom-Pom...nnnt's too...early...five hundred more mmminutes...

[ The wildcard option! I'm open to any prompt other than 1 or 11 for Stelle; she's a big fat virgin and is not ready for that yet. Other than that, go wild! For anything that does veer into smutty, 18+ only please. Otherwise OTA! ]