Serena had been having a busy night. After spending a better part of the week painting and decorating her apartment to a point she considered 'habitable', she had headed out for a night on the town with a few castmates, eager to experience that New York nightlife she had heard so much about.
Long story short, the second lead and her had finally found an opportunity to release the sexual tension that had been building since they met. After a couple of hot and heavy hours on the dance floor (thank god for men who were trained dancers), she had made the executive decision to take this back to her place. Unfortunately, the building had other plans.
One second, she was in the kitchen pouring out two glasses of wine, she had slipped down some sort of fucking rabbit hole and landed in the wine glass. No, wait. There was a plastic castle and fake rocks and fake plants in the glass. She was in a fucking fish bowl. And she was not alone.