Syed placed the coffee cup down gently and leaned onto the shelf by the side of the bed. Resting his chin on his arms he watched Christian as he slept, sprawled on his back, a faint movement flickering behind his eyelids.
Slowly Syed reached across and softly traced the line of Christian's jaw with his finger. Christian groaned and opened one eye, quickly closing it again.
"Morning. Have you been kicking me in the head Sy?"
Syed gave a wry laugh.
"I think you'll find that was the beer, and maybe the shots."
Christian pushed himself up gingerly onto the pillows and rubbed his face.
"Something has died in my mouth as well. I need coffee, coffee that's just like you, hot and strong and sweet."
Syed dutifully handed over the cup and Christian took a large swig, grimacing at the heat.
"Thank you. This is all Roxy's fault. Did I behave myself?"
"So she pinned you down and forced you to get pissed, did she? And no, you didn't behave yourself." Syed replied crossly.
Christian carefully placed his drink down and shrank back under the duvet, asking tentatively.
"Oh god. What did I do?"
Syed wrapped his dressing gown around himself a little tighter and frowned.
"Where shall I start? I know, you stripped to the waist and did a Dreamboys routine with Fatboy to 'I will survive.'"
Christian winced as Syed continued,
"On the table. Actually it was quite funny when you fell off. Peggy didn't think so though, there's some damages she wants paying for."
Christian pulled the covers a little higher.
" I suppose that's why my elbow is killing me."
Syed nodded.
"Yes. And I have no sympathy."
Christian squinted over at him.
"I'm so sorry Sy. Is that it?"
Syed shook his head sadly.
"It gets worse. There was some poor guy, minding his own business, sitting quietly in a corner, and you would not leave him alone."
A flash of alarm crossed Christian's features and he buried himself under the pillow. His muffled voice bleating,
"I want to die."
"Flirting with him, horrible cringeworthy, revolting, sickening flirting. Serenading him with songs from the Karaoke. Telling him you wanted him, were desperate for him, trying to grab hold of him in an inappropriate manner. In front of a crowded pub! You should have seen Dot's face."
Syed leant forward, straining to hear Christian's almost inaudible reply.
"I don't know what to say Sy…"
Syed interrupted, his tone harsh.
"And the things you said you wanted to do to him. Unspeakable stuff. I'm not surprised he left so quickly."
Christian peeked over the top of the pillow, his sad eyes pleading.
"Sy. How can you ever forgive me? I don't know what came over me. I would never, ever cheat on you, I swear it was just the drink talking."
The corner of Syed's mouth twitched slightly.
"So you only said you wanted to do those things because of the vast amounts of alcohol you'd consumed?"
Christian nodded bleakly.
Syed climbed onto the bed and looked into Christian's stricken face. Taking it in his hands, he smiled wickedly, brown eyes gleaming with mischief.
"That's a shame, because it was me you were saying them to, me you were singing to and me that had to fend off your wandering hands. You are a such a drunken idiot. It took me half an hour to drag you home from the Vic and I nearly put my back out getting you up the stairs. Then, after all those promises, you go and pass out on me! You owe me sex god. You owe me big time."