Lonny woke up hung over with a pounding headache, "Oh, Christ. Where the bloody hell am I?" He muttered. Drew grunted in response. He felt sick.
They'd gone out drinking as friends to celebrate Drew's proposal to Sherrie, and Lonny's moving in with Dennis, but had had way too much to drink. The rest of the night was a blur.
Drew ran a hand through his hair. He was clearly in a hotel room, but he honestly couldn't remember how he got there. He rolled over, and his eyes widened when he saw Lonny.
"Lonny?"
"Drew?"
They both sat up and moved away from each other.
"We- we didn't… oh god, did we?"
"I dunno. Are you wearing trousers?"
"…No."
"Oh shit! We-"
"Don't say it! I don't wanna think about it!"
"Oh, god. Dennis'll be heartbroken! What am I going to tell – wait. What do you mean you don't wanna think about it? I mean, come on mate. Give me SOME credit. It wasn't that bad was it?"
"Sherrie's gonna kill me."
"We don't have to tell them do we?"
"…I guess not." Drew sighed, "Come on. We'd better go. Sherrie'll be wondering where I am." He got up and started looking for his lothes.
"Huh." Lonny said thoughtfully.
"What?"
"You've actually got quite a nice physique."
"Please don't make this any weirder than it already is."
Lonny smirked.