Katie stirred as she felt George leave the bed and head for the bathroom. His footsteps were stumbly and she hoped he didn't hurt himself. Her head was pounding pretty hard and she knew she'd have a wicked hangover in the morning.
She got to her feet and walked towards the bathroom. She felt a bit sore, but the good kind of sore, like after exercise. "George," she said softly, "can I come in? I'm just going to get some hangover potions from the cabinet."