Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.

This is from Juliet's POV.

I woke up with a splitting headache. I realized with a start that I was naked. And I wasn't alone in bed. I figured Shawn had crashed here last night and shook him gently.

"Wake up, Shawn. Time for work." He sat up next to me slowly. I realized with a shriek that it wasn't Shawn.

"Gus! Oh my god!" I then realized that he too, was naked. Then, I noticed Shawn and Carlton lying on Gus's other side. They were naked and entwined; gripping onto each other like their lives depended on it. I was really freaking out. I had no idea what happened last night, my head was pounding like a drum, and I was in bed with Shawn, Gus and Carlton.

"Juliet!" Gus yelped, struggling to cover himself. He screamed when he saw Shawn and Carlton. "What—why—sorry, I can't focus." He motioned to my chest. I blushed and pulled the covers up around me. He continued. "What happened? Why are we naked and what is up with THAT?" He nodded at Shawn and Carlton.

Shawn blinked a few times before sitting up. He jumped a mile when he saw Lassiter's legs wrapped around him. "Oh! Okay, where are the hidden cameras?" He looked around frantically before noticing Gus and I watching him. "Oh for the love of god! What's going on?"

His screaming woke Carlton up. "Spencer, shut up. Wait...SPENCER! What on earth...where are we?"

Shawn smiled. "Welcome to the O'Hara Mansion!"

"Then where's O'Hara?"

I waved, careful to keep the comforter around me. "Right here. Good morning, Carlton." He fell out of bed in shock. I couldn't help but laugh at us. Gus was on the edge of a heart attack, Carlton was reaching for a gun that he wasn't wearing, Shawn was smiling at Gus and comforting him, and I was fighting being turned on desperately.

"Okay, guys. Does anyone remember anything from last night?" The boys shook their heads. "Nothing? What's the last thing you remember?"

"I think we went clubbing. We all have wristbands on from Impossible, the new dance club on Desiree Blvd." Gus piped.

Shawn looked at him incredulously. "Since when do you keep up with the club scene?"

"Well, I know someone who works there."

"Who would that be?"

"College friend."

I clapped my hands together. "Okay! That's a lead. Let's go!" I ran out of the bedroom. I then re-entered. "Um, does anyone know where my clothes are?" They shook their heads. "What about your clothes?" More head shaking. Ugh. This was going to be weird.

O00ooOO00ooO

I couldn't help but laugh at the guys. Shawn was in my jeans and a floral blouse, Carlton wore leggings and a blue low cut formfitting shirt and Gus wore jeans and a pink button-down top. They looked like drag queens gone horribly, horribly wrong. Shawn and Gus wore sneakers, but Carlton had been left with a pair of black pumps. Watching him struggle through walking in those was hilarious. All of our cars were gone, so we called a cab. The driver gave us some major attitude about the outfits, but Carlton didn't have his gun, so our cabbie lived to see another day.

Gus's college friend was tending bar when we arrived at Impossible. "Gus!" She shrieked. "What's up, Big Spender?"

He smiled. "Hey, Debbie. Guys, this is Deborah DeLaurence. Debbie, this is Juliet O'Hara, Shawn Spencer and Carlton Lassiter."

She laughed. "I know them, silly! You guys ruled this place last night!"

I cleared my throat. "What happened, Miss DeLaurence?"

"Call me Debbie! You guys did a ton of shots, and then you guys danced all night! You also got nicknames. Shawn, you were Spencestar, Carlton, you were the Lasserater, Juliet, you were J, and Gussie, of course, the Gust! I'm not surprised you guys don't remember! It's amazing you guys can move."

Her red hair bounced as she talked. Her smile was bright and joyful. She was obviously hiding something if she was this cheerful at 9 a.m. Carlton was way ahead of me.

"Miss, let me make myself clear. SBPD." He flashed his badge. "Something happened last night, and we need to know what."

Her smile didn't fade. "Okedoke, let me think. Juliet and Shawn spent a lot of time dirty dancing on the stage, and Carlton, you met a woman, and Gus made some friends."

Shawn and I blushed. "Debbie, who did we leave with?" I asked.

"You all left together, plus Carlton's lady friend, Margot, and Gus's friends. I can't remember their names. They were guys in their mid-twenties, maybe early thirties, brown hair, one had brown eyes the other had blue. Oh, and I think they were a couple."

"What did Margot look like?" Carlton asked.

"She was tall and thin. Um, super pale skin, a little freckly, dark hair and eyes. She was really funny, too. Real people person."

"Wow, Lassie. How come you only score hot chicks when you're drunk?" Shawn asked.

Carlton tried to come across all player-y, but failed terribly. "I have game, Spencer. Drunk or not."

"Where can we find her?" Gus asked.

"I overheard her telling Carlton she lived on La Montoya, so she must be pretty loaded. I think she said she was 429 or something around there."

I smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Debbie. We'll be back."

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"Whoa. This is one ritzy neighborhood." I muttered when we turned onto La Montoya. I nodded at our cabbie. "Drop us at 429." He stopped and let us out. A woman who matched Debbie's description was sitting on the front porch, typing on a laptop. She grinned as soon as she saw us.

"Carlton! Holy crap!" She flew into his arms. He accepted the hug perplexedly. Her short, green sundress flapped in the wind, enveloping Carlton into a green cocoon.

She smiled at Gus and Shawn warmly, giving them both bear hugs. She squeezed my head when she saw me. "J! What's up?"

I remembered her, vaguely. I saw her in a blur, kissing Carlton, doing shots...and in the Blueberry! That explains why we don't have that! She must have dropped us off at my house and taken the car with her. Sure enough, she told Gus she had his car. The joy on his face was unmatchable.

"Margot, something bizarre, maybe even macabre, happened last night. We are currently investigating, and you are a witness. Tell us everything you know." Carlton barked.

"You guys are cops? That's so sexy."

"We know." The guys purred. I rolled my eyes. I expected this from Shawn and Gus, but Carlton? Really?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell us what happened last night."

She cleared her throat. "Okay, here goes. You guys got majorly buzzed, we all danced for a few hours, then you guys, Tim, James and I all come back here and hung out in the hot tub out back for an hour. But then you all realized you had work tomorrow and I drove you to J's house."

Now I remembered why we were at Impossible! We were investigating a drug ring, and we must have gotten caught up in the atmosphere. "Where are our clothes?"

"No one had swimsuits for the hot tub, obviously, so they're out back. I'll go get them." She jogged around the back of the house.

We all laughed. We had all panicked over virtually nothing, only a night of pure, spontaneous fun, which we didn't have enough of. You know, maybe Last Night Jules had it right.