Author's note: Just had to go there…
Dr. Sarah Page could only remember the first two pints.
That was never a good sign. But the point had been to obliterate that awful day.
She moaned and opened her eyes to find an unfamiliar place. Perhaps not that surprising given the apparently alcohol-induced amnesia. She appraised the situation as best she could with her sluggish, hung-over brain.
Ceiling. Bed. Becker. Wall.
Becker?!
She sighed. She would at least have liked to remember that.
But wait. She pulled back the bedclothes to find herself fully dressed bar shoes. Another glance in Becker's direction confirmed that he was fully clothed as well, and laying atop the covers.
She sighed.
"You don't have to look so relieved," Becker murmured from where he lay.
A/N: Who wouldn't want to wake up beside that? :-)
