BEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEP!

The alarm in the apartment 2B went off at exactly 6AM on a Monday morning. A sleepy brunette searched around it's surface for the snooze button with her slim fingers, and finally found it. Pressing it, she stretched and pushed the sheets that covered her away. She got up and opened the window, letting the scarce sunlight in. Autumn was slowly replacing summer, so the young brunette decided to bask in the sunlight while it was still present.

She put on some clothes she found on the nearest chair, along with a white labcoat with a silver nametag on it. The tag read 'Dr. Remy Hadley'. Another clever idea their dean of medicine had, to prevent them from avoiding patients. Huffing, she was just about to make her way to the bathroom when…

She noticed blonde locks of hair spread across the pillow next to hers. They did a great job of hiding a woman's face, but apparently, it couldn't keep Remy from recognizing it.

"Damnit." The young doctor muttered to herself. This was exactly like the story of Goldilocks, except she found an attractive blonde has slept in her bed rather than a bear. Shaking her head furiously, she ran to the bathroom and shut the door behind her, covering her mouth with her hand. When the blonde wakes, the situation was going to get awkward.

Remy recognized her colleague, Dr. Alison Cameron casually sleeping on the bed like she owned the place. It made her want to chuckle, but she was in no mood for it. How drunk was she last night, anyway? How the hell did they end up here? And what in the world did they do?

The sound of the door slamming shit made Alison jump straight up from the bed. She shifted uncomfortably, blinking to adjust to the morning light. The first 5 seconds were a complete blur, and then she realized…

She was in someone else's apartment! This was not the king-sized bed she was used to, though she had to admit it was just as comfortable. Alison noticed lights in the bathroom and froze. Whoever she hooked up with was still there. What if the man wanted her to stay? Became violent? God knows who she let bring her home last night…
Alison decided to make a run for it. She dressed as quickly as she could, finding it difficult to find her clothes that were spread all around the room. Finally, when she bent over to pick up her shirt from the chair, something shiny caught her eye.

The nametag was reflecting sunlight. Alison squinted and picked the coat up, trying to work out what it said.

Dr. Remy Hadley

Alison's blood ran cold. Her colleague. Her own colleague. And she barely even knew her. Doing her best not to hyperventilate she put her shirt on, clapping her heels. Remy was obviously in the bathroom. She must have felt as ashamed as Alison, whose memory was slowly returning.
Club. Lights. Fruity drinks. Fancy dresses. Red heels. Red door. A bed. Darkness. Warmth.

Alison shrugged it off and headed toward the bathroom door, knowing from her very hazy memory that the exit was somewhere near. Red door, she spotted them. Hello freedom! She couldn't help but smile in all her panic, and lean against the bathroom door.

"Hey, you weren't bad last night." Alison whispered, knowing Remy was in there somewhere.

Remy blinked in confusion, jaw dropping slightly. She got up and leaned against her side of the door, a small smile creeping up on her. "You either." She purred.

"Same time, same place, tonight?" Alison breathed out somewhat greedily as she could almost feel Remy's smile turning into a grin.

"Sure, why not." She replied, still not having the guts to get out.

All she could hear after that was the clicking of red heels, and the slamming of a red door.