"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?" she yelled.
"Wha--?" he rolled over in bed.
"You better get out of bed before I KILL YOU!"
"I'm right here," he mumbled, stumbling into the kitchen.
"What happened?" She stood, hands on hips, surveying the explosion of dirty dishes, pots, cheese grater, and a block of cheese left out overnight.
"I made baked potato chips. Don't you remember?"
"What the hell?"
"Oh just you hang on a minute," he said. "You asked me what I was eating and then you fell asleep! You know what you're like after drinking! This is you: 'What are you eating? Oh that's nice... gnhrrrt! Gnhrrrrrrrt!' " He imitated her snoring.
"Oh, very funny. What did you watch on TV?" she asked, as they walked through to the lounge.
"Old episodes of Angel. I watched the puppet one."
"Oh, no! Come on! I love the puppet one!" she whined.
"That's exactly what you said when it came on. Then you went GNHRRRRT! GNHRRRRRT!"
"Aw, you made me tea last night," she said, looking at a full cup on the coffee table and changing the subject.
"Yes, you asked me to. I gave it to you and you went---"
"OK!" she snapped. "I get the point! Doesn't give you any excuse to leave the kitchen looking like Dresden after the bombing!"
"Well I was three sheets to the wind too," he said, sheepishly.
"AHA! So you admit it!"
"Honey, that's the first time we've been crazy like that in weeks."
"I know," she said, giggling. Then, suddenly, she got serious. "Oh shit!"
"What?" he said.
"Do you think there's anything silly I did at the party that I don't remember?"
"Don't worry, Honey," he said. "No-one else that was there will remember either."
"Except for the lady who was pregnant and not drinking!" she wailed.
"Yeah, but she leaves to go home to Hawaii tomorrow."
"Oh yeah. Good."
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