Spades Slick was used to waking up hungover . He was used to waking up with someone in his bed when he was hungover. Waking up with two people in his bed was more unusual, but he felt reasonably used to it.
He wasn't used to waking up, hungover, in a room that wasn't his. With one person or two people. He wasn't used to waking up it an apartment that clearly belonged to someone who didn't have as lucrative a 'career' as himself.
Spades Slick had woken up next to a lot of people.
But never before had he woken up next to a Problem Sleuth.
He'd woken up between two people enough times to classify them as 'enough'.
But he'd never woken up between Diamonds Droog and Problem Sleuth.
He'd had one or two people wake up before him and go brew coffee. He'd had people bring it back to the bed.
It had never been the fourth person in what was shaping up to be one hell of a night.
And it had certainly never been Doc Scratch with the coffee before.
Spades Slick was prepared to deal with a lot of strange and dangerous situations.
Shoot-outs.
Stab-outs.
Drub-outs.
Car chases.
but he was in no way prepared to deal with whatever crazy fuckstorm of shit he'd just woken up to.