After Rory woke back up, I saw on his face that he realized what he had done. He had betrayed my trust and taken another for a lover, even if it was just a one night stand. He looked around wildly from his spot on the floor, and rubbed his jaw. I must've hit him pretty good to knock him out like that.
Then he noticed me, sitting there on the bed with the Doctor nowhere to be seen. He had seen Rory after waking up (with no hangover) and fled. Rory looked very guilty, as well he should be. He broke my heart, but then I noticed the whiskey. He never could hold his liquor.
"Have a nice sleep, worm?" I said scornfully, still hurting from finding him in bed with another person, let alone a man.
"Uhg... Amy... please forgive me. I fucked up, I know. Please, just, I am so very sorry. I drank too much and he advanced, and, and..." Then he buried his face in his hands and burst into tears. I could clearly tell that he had a massive hangover and that he, well and truly, felt remorse for what he had done to me.
"Well... okay. But don't expect anything special for the next few months, you got that?" I said, still fuming. But, when I saw his tear-streaked face, the rage vanished. I pulled him into a tight hug, feeling the sobs racking his body. He was okay. We were fine. Just... I needed to teach him a lesson. I smiled evilly in my head, already forming my master plan...
