WHO: Much, Alan and Will WHEN: The morning after the party WHERE: Alan and Will's WHAT: Oh no? WARNINGS: Just the after effects of drinking, and other brilliant decisions by the boys.
Oh no.
Much was aware of the feeling before he was aware of anything else.
Oh no.
Something had happened. Something, last night, had very much happened.
Oooh no.
Shakily, afraid what he was going to wake up to, Much opened an eye. He did not recognise this ceiling. That wasn't a good sign. Although, upon further inspection, he appeared to be on a couch, and he appeared to be alone. He relaxed a little, and pushed himself to sit up. The world very much tried to stop him, but Much swore viciously at gravity, the bastard, and vertigo, that bitch, and gripping the back of the couch, he sat up.
Ah, he was at Will and Alan's. Excellent. He could probably lie down for a bit longer, then. Till things stopped spinning. Till he remembered what he'd done. He shut his eyes, and unconsciousness claimed him again.
The next thing he was aware of (aside from the oh no feeling, which hadn't gone away) was Alan's voice, singing cheerfully in the kitchen. It was obscene. And cruel. "Alaaaaan," he groaned, a hand over his eyes. "Stoooooop."