I didn’t think to look up right away after it happened. I probably should have. I guess my bros didn’t either. When we finally did, we soon realized we were all in the same situation. I immediately recognized their clothing, but their faces took me a minute.
“They checked in right after us. They’re in the next room.” I said finally realizing who we were, my voice sounding sweet and feminine with a slight accent -- though I couldn’t pull any useful language from my memory to go along with that accent.
“Yeah, the Asian chicks. I think I’m the cute one,” Pete said, still wearing his hoodie.
“They all look the same to me,” Nick replied.
“Dude, don’t be racist!”
“It’s not racist! I’m Asian now! It’s fine.”
They were both clearly as drunk as I was.
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