The hangover the next morning was not so much fun. Sacha was woken by the sun shining through her eyelids. She opened one eye just a crack, blinking it into life.

The first thing that was wrong was that she could see clearly: she put a hand awkwardly to her face and her fingers banged against the rim of her glasses, still resting on the bridge of her nose from the night before.

The second thing that was wrong was that the curtains in the room she was lying in were white. Sacha's curtains were red.

The third thing that was wrong was the room itself. "Where the fuck am I?" Sacha muttered to herself.

She heard footsteps coming like jackhammer blows down a corridor outside the room. The door opened slightly and Rona stuck her head 'round the corner. "Morning Sacha. There's a shitload of coffee on the go when you're up."

"Oh" said Sacha hazily. "Hi Rona. I was trying to remember how I got here. And where I am. I'm still mostly asleep . . . I guess. I thought maybe I'd picked up or something."

Rona grinned. Just then a toilet flushed and a door in the corner of the room opened, and Mal walked out wearing only boxer shorts. "Morning, Sacha!"

"Oh, Jesus!" shrieked Sacha and sat bolt upright in the bed as if waking from a nightmare. Rona collapsed against the door in a fit of giggles while Mal looked around, puzzled. "What's wrong with her?" he asked Rona.

Rona got herself together and came into the room. "It's okay Sacha, it was really late and we all decided to crash at Mal's place. You've still got your clothes on, see?"

"Fucking hell, I almost had a heart attach there" said Sacha. She looked up at Mal. "No offence, it just wasn't how I was expecting to wake up."

Mal waved her away. "Yeah, it's not like it's the first time I've got a reaction like that from a girl. Hey, who's for pancakes?"

Sacha groaned. "Oohh . . . I think I'll be lucky just to get the coffee down after last night."
Rona was hearing none of it. "No way, you went hungry last night. I'm gonna feed you even if it makes you sick!"

"'If'?"