“I can't believe that on my wild night out and your night in, you still show up after me, drunk and a mess.”

Caterina's voice got to Carmela through a tin tube that circled her brain, screeching every time a new word was said. She closed her eyes to fight the fog that made her head hurt.

“It's past two,” Caterina scoffed.

Still in her party dress, hair wet with -- she hoped -- her own saliva, Carmela was ashamed of herself. “I screwed some guy because the driver rejected me.”

“What? Who?!”

“Some guy. I was drunk,” Carmela didn't feel her sister got it. “Back alley of Entropy.” A spot she'd been in, a few times, never getting as far as the other night, though, not even when she really, really wanted to, like with Oz. She still insisted on going somewhere else. Last night, even with a guy she was still warming up to by the time his hands were all over her, she let him get inside of her. Only a wall from Rawlings! The driver had gotten to her.

“Oh my God, aaaaand now your night is even crazier than mine, which I've waited forever to tell you about!” Caterina screeched, although it might've been Carmela's dying head.

“Oh no, what did you do?” she bypassed the stereo pain.

“I went to Entropy, went up to the VIP floor, saw Jack. He was in, like, a carousel of our top ten social media pictures, so I had easy access, no stamp needed. All these girls imitating us… They looked professional, if you ask me.”

Caterina paused for dramatic effect, “I don't know how, maybe I was staring or something, but he immediately noticed me. In the middle of all the clones,” she swooned.

“Oh noo,” Carmela's hangover pulsed.

“He was in his spot in the middle of the dancefloor, where his and his friends’ tables are, protected by a wall of bullet-proof glass. He started walking in my direction. Like a straight line, staring at me. It's like he knew who I was.”

Carmela let her head down in the sweaty pillow, hearing her sister beam, “I guess he studied those photos better than we'd thought.”

There were no words for Carmela to add. Rawlings would freak.

“Relax, I chickened out. I ran into a taxi.”

“I sent the driver a nude,” Carmela said into the pillow.

“Of… of… us?!” Caterina dragged her up to meet her amused stare. “Oh, why?”

Carmela closed her mouth in defeat. 

“It's fine,” Caterina was completely non-judgmental, making Carmela regret being hard on her sister.

“Yeah, and do your thing with Rawlings guy.”

“Something is up with him. There's no reaction to our morning post,” Caterina's bedazzled phone shined in her hand. Like with everything they owned, their phones were interchangeable--they used the same account for everything.

“I just hope we don't get mom killed,” Carmela said.