Jake and OTA
Jake had been lounging in bed, musing on the strange turns her life had taken. She'd been certain that kissing Hamilton on the roof had been the worst thing that could happen. And then she found herself on board the ship and confronted the moment she dared open her mouth.
At some point she must have dozed off because the next thing she knew, she hit the ballroom floor with a very loud thump. The only thing she could think was that she had thankfully fallen asleep with her corset still on underneath baggy shorts and t-shirt. She still looked every inch the boy she was pretending to be.
"What the hell?" She muttered, pushing herself up and rubbing her suddenly sore butt.