The night went on, and on, and at some point it must have ended, because Dick woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. No nausea, though, that was something. Then he tried moving. "Ugh." Ah, there it was. It was almost comforting.
"Ugh. I must have had fun last night, because I can't remember any of it." Dick forced himself to sit up. There was a warm body next to him. "Oh, please be Carrie." Then it snored in a fairly distinctive way. "Thank God." He stood up, then stumbled to the sink for a glass of water. "Hangover, hangover, go away, come again another day."