Roger had actually slept quite well. He'd always been really brilliant at falling asleep absolutely anywhere without the slightest problem. It helped that Roger had often fallen asleep on mates' couches following a long night of far too much drink. So when Roger woke up following Mel's party, he wasn't at all surprised that he wasn't at home, although he was just a bit disoriented. He yawned and rolled over on the bed, only to realise very last second that he wasn't on a bed at all and instead end up landing on the floor with a very large thud.
Groaning loudly, Roger ran his fingers through his hair before pressing them to his temple. Glancing around, Roger tried to remember what it was that had brought him there. It really didn't take all that much time to realise where it was, and even less to see someone staring at him. He gave her an apologetic smile. "'ello, love. Did you put the kettle on?"