I couldn't remember the last time I had been at a night club. That wasn't how I liked to spend my weekends. On Saturday night you were a lot more likely to find me on my couch reading historical fiction or watching a cooking show then in some basement bar downing champagne. Last night though, hadn't been normal.

My boyfriend and I had broken up a few weeks ago, and in the loving assessment of my girlfriends I was being "a total mopey drag" who was "letting the chance to have fun slip away." It was harsh, but fair. So I had agreed to go to a place they knew in Chelsea, to have a blast and dance and drink the night away.

I didn't remember many of the specifics of the night as a I sat in my bed the next morning - but I'd clearly taken the drinking part of the night to heart. But I remembered the broad strokes. I remembered the pounding music and the sea of people. I remembered my group and yours meeting at the bar, totally by accident. I remembered talking on a couch for most of the night instead of dancing, and I remembered you asking if I wanted to split before everyone else was ready.

And so here I was, sitting in my bed mostly naked. My head was pounding and I was definitely sore between my legs. We'd gone all the way last night. I could hear you in the kitchen - you hadn't slipped out, which was good. I took a second to wash my face and drink some water before I headed out into my apartment. There were three condom wrappers in the trash that hadn't been there when I left. Holy shit I thought to myself No wonder I'm sore. Finally ready, I found a tank top and threw it on. It was weird to feel the need to cover up for a man who I'd already had sex with, but I'd never done this before. With a deep breath, I left the bedroom. The morning after talk can be fun, right?

Hi! This is a simple story I've been thinking about today - Saoirse Ronan goes against type and goes clubbing with her friends. She meets a hot, kind guy who she takes home. They have a crazy sexy night, which neither of them really remembers, and then we start with their morning after. They can go to breakfast, spend the day going around New York together, and generally get to know each other. I'd love if they have such a good time they need to see each other again soon, and it blossoms into a sweet relationship built on love, trust, and being totally hot for each other. I left him ambiguous and the story broad, but if he's a pro athlete, that is my first choice. Tell me about your character and where you want to take this story! If you have any favorite photos for our characters I'd love to see them!