Warning: CRACKFIC. This involves mild alcohol abuse and femmeslash, but all in good fun. You have been sufficiently warned. Title comes from Vitamin C's song of the same name.

About Last Night

"Come on Kel, just one mug," whined the handsome Sir Nealan of Queensove. "Pretty please? It's a party! Besides, I promise I'll get up early and let you use me as target practice in the morning. Actually, that's a lie. I promise that Merric will get up early and let you use him as target practice in the morning."

"Hey now, where do you get off using me as leverage?" an outraged Merric shouted above the din of the merrymakers.

It was Owen's marriage to Margarry of Cavall and the wedding reception was getting rowdy, with all but Kel joining in on the revelry.

She laughed, proclaiming, "You lot know that I can't hold my ale. One tankard for me and I'd be on the floor, out cold."

"Oh that can't be true," retorted Neal. "Besides, it's Owen's wedding and he'd be terribly upset to think that we weren't having a jolly time since we spent the entire reception trying to persuade you to just have one mug of ale with your dear old friends." He fluttered his eyelashes for effect and pushed out his bottom lip.

"Yeah, Kel, can you really say no to that face?" Seaver added.

With a resigned look on her normally blank visage, Kel sighed. "Alright, someone hand me a glass."

Cheers went up all around the table as an embarrassed Lady Knight accepted the cold mug from a barmaid. "To Owen!" she yelled. "May he have a jolly damn good married life!" More cheers erupted from those gathered around her as everyone chugged their libation. Seeing no other choice, Kel downed hers as well.

15 minutes later

This drinking thing isn't so bad. I'm still completely in control of my actions and –hiccup- Damn. If only these blasted hiccups would go away. Maybe if I have one more…

15 minutes after that

Hiccups gone, crisis averted. I'll just dance on over here to Esmond and see what he's up to. Oooh. When did Esmond get so dashingly handsome? Maybe I'll just pinch him on the bottom and see if he – ooh yes he liked that. Maybe if we just go around to the back of this convenient-looking shed and –

20 minutes after that

It is official. Esmond is a quite good kisser. Time to dance some more, and perhaps grab just one more beer to take with me.

10 minutes after that

Dancing on tables is a great idea. Why don't more people do this? I should invite Seaver up here with me. Oh yes, this is good fun. Drinking was a great idea! I love ale! More ale! More dancing!

3 minutes after that

It is official. Seaver is a quite good kisser. But my bum sure hurts. Who knew the table would just lurch out from under me like that? Need another mug of ale to make the pain go away. Oh look, Yuki, I should go say hi.

The Next Morning

Oh blast. Why does my head hurt so much? Oh, there's someone next to me. Oh gods, who did I sleep with last night?

"YUKI?? What in Mithros' name? What…what happened last night?"

A muffled sound came from somewhere behind Kel. Somewhere that was most assuredly not in front of her where Yuki lay half-clothed under a sheer blanket. Tensed and prepared for the worst, Kel slowly turned her head until she was staring into the laughing blue-green eyes of Neal.

"We should do that more often," he said as he rose with a wink, completely nude, to walk toward the privy.

And that was when Kel fainted.

Fin