She got up very slowly, not really bothering to cover herself. Her head hurt too much for her to remember modesty. "I don't-" She raised a hand and moved quickly for the bathroom. There was the sound of retching, but that didn't last very long. After brushing her teeth and watching her face, Carrie returned. She felt a little bit better. "Thanks," she mumbled. After taking what she assumed was aspirin, she limply flopped back into bed.
"I don't remember." She said after a long minute of searching her brain for information. "I'm pretty sure there was a party. But..." she shrugged very lightly. "I got you drunk," she smiled in spite of the pain.