Waking up in the floor wasn't that odd for Georgie. And if she thought of it, which she wouldn't right now, neither was waking up drenched in sweat while wearing a fur coat. Georgie startled awake like the opposite of a fainting goat, propping herself up onto a seating position just as she opened her eyes. Rude awakening indeed, and she wasn't even completely alert when she pulled the fur coat off without bothering to unzip it. Then, Georgie looked around, seeing all her housemates - Edwin, in particular, she was happy to see - and then she realized that despite being on the floor, the place she was in was fucking amazing. It looked like someone's summer house.
Daphne, who was talking and stripping caught her attention. Georgie had already thrown her coat away, and now was pulling off her boots, taking a break to point at Daphne, winking. "You know it! Where are we, Cancun?"