After the stroke of midnight, after a good hour of dancing, gossip, laughing, and [not much] drinking, the girls finally became too pooped to party any longer.



Luckily, a certain bouncer wolf arrived was as ordered by one of the pig sisters to carry the top-heavy ladies to a private room above the bar. He then made his leave to reward himself with some high grade beer (assuming champagne wasn't for him).



It won't be problem cleaning up or remembering what they did, with little regret.



That hangover (light as it was), on the other hand, is another story.

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