Approximately ~99% of one-night stands are tales of regret, to be told over a mimosa-fueled brunch surrounded by the good homies and forgotten shortly thereafter. Regrettable, but tolerably so.
Except when they aren’t (tolerable that is.) Like when body liquids aside from the obvious one play a role. Or when parents are involved. Or when halfway through hooking up, you realize the person you’re making out with is actually a human-sized troll doll and where are you, anyway?