Without opening her eyes Sara rolled over in bed. She didn't want to wake up yet. Her brain was tapping on her skull as she groaned. She took a deep breath in and smelt something familiar. She knew that smell. But what was she doing waking up to it. She opened her eyes in confusion? The light screamed at her eyes so she shut them again. She was trying to get her pounding brain to figure out where she was. She rolled over again and tried opening her eyes. Green covers, light wooded bedside table, white door. This was definatly not her room. She shot up in bed but her head protested and she shut her eyes, resting her aching brain on the pillow. She slowly rose into a sitting position and waited for her head to get used to it before opening her eyes again. She had never been here before. She looked down at herself. When she saw her blue dress she remembered the party last night. But how did she get here?

She looked around. There was a piece of paper sitting on the clock that had her name on it. She picked it up.

I'll be outside when you wake up. Just come on out.

Nick

She was still a little confused. Nick? She tried to remember what had happened. She couldn't so she stood up on shaky legs. She straightened her dress a little before walking out the door into Nick's apartment. She had only been there once before, a few years ago. She was standing at the end of a hallway with a door to her right and left. She ruffled her hair as she padded barefoot down the hall into his living room. He was sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Good morning, sunshine," he said happily and looked over at her. "You sleep well?"

Sara squinted at him. "I guess," she answered. She walked slowly over to the couch and sat down, looking around the room. "What am I doing here?" she asked him.

"I was going to take you home but I didn't have your keys so I brought you here," he answered.

Sara looked at him suspiciously. A scary thought popped in her head. "Did we…?" she asked pointing at both of them, not able to finish the sentence.

"Oh, no. No we didn't," he said quickly.

Sara nodded, grateful for that answer. She watched the TV for a moment then asked, "So, how drunk was I last night?"

Nick laughed his answer. "Very."

"Yeah," she said rubbing her eyes. "I really don't drink well. I barely remember anything."

"Not surprised. You were totally trashed. You could barely stay awake." Nick said, trying to suppress a laugh.

Sara gave him a laugh but it made her head throb so she stopped and raised a head to it. She gingerly rubbed her temples. "Are you ok?" Nick asked.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little headache," she said as the throbbing subsided somewhat.

"Do you want some aspirin?" he said, getting up.

"No, I'll be ok," she said.

"No, I'm going to get you some." He dashed off to the bathroom and was back in a flash.

"No, Nick. I don't nee any. I'm ok."

"Sara, do you know how drunk you were last night? This hangover is only going to get worse. Take some now," he said twisting off the cap and letting two fall into his hand.

Sara let out a sigh, still rubbing her temples. Nick took her hand and dropped the two aspirins into her hand. He went into the kitchen and got her a glass of water, coming back to her still sitting in the exact same spot. He handed her the glass and she gulped the aspirin down with the water. She handed the glass back to Nick and he put it back in the kitchen. When he came back and sat next to Sara.

"Thanks," she said quietly, "For driving me yesterday. And letting me stay here."

Nick just looked at her and smiled, then looked back at the TV. Sara looked at the TV. He was watching Friends. She smiled at this. "You like this show?"

"Yeah. Its funny." He said. Sara had never seen it before so she watched awhile with Nick. At one point, a man came in wearing an armadillo suit. Sara laughed then said,

"I don't get it. What's with the suit?"

Nick just looked at her. "He's trying to teach his son about Hanukkah."

Sara furrowed her eyebrows. "I still don't get it."

"He wants to teach his son about Hanukkah so he doesn't think only about Santa all the time."

"But why the armadillo?" she asked after a moment.

Nick smiled and shook his head. "I have no idea."

"Well you're not much help," she said looking at him and trying to fight back a smile.

"Hey, you're the one that doesn't get it," Nick said, his hand up in surrender.

They watched TV for awhile. Sara had never done the simple act of watching a television show with him. She really liked this more relaxed Nick that knew how to have fun.

After about an hour, Nick decided to take Sara out to breakfast. They did a simple McDonalds run and ate in the car.

"So did I embarrass myself last night?" Sara asked though her breakfast burrito.

"Yeah," Nick said with a laugh.

"How bad?"

"You decided that you had to get the party going so you went out and danced with me. And Sam danced with you too."

"Yeah, I remember that. Is he a bad dancer or was that just my imagination?"

"No, it is definatly not you imagination," Nick said laughing.

Sara squinted her eyes, trying to remember what she had done. She danced with Nick? "Oh I remember dancing with you too. You're a good dancer," she said, taking another bite of her burrito.

Nick looked at her a moment. "You too."

"Even when I'm drunk?" she asked surprised.

Nick let out half a laugh. "Yeah. It was fun." Sara gave him a smile.

After breakfast Nick drove Sara to Catherine's place. She grabbed her purse leaving a thank you for Catherine. When they got to her place, nick walked her to the door. He didn't know why, but he did.

"Are you sure you will be ok by yourself?"

"Yeah, Nick. I'm a big girl now," she answered, unlocking her door. Before going in, she turned and looked at him.

"Thanks. For today. It was fun." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and quickly spun through her door. She stopped as soon as it was shut the door and looked through the peep hole. Nick stood on the steps and touched his cheek and smiled before turning and going down the steps to his car. Her smile matched his and she hoped he hadn't just taken that as less then it was really meant to be.