A/N: Here's the next chapter. Thanks for reviewing.

Fry opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. Unfortunately he was still in his bed and his now rock-hard slurm-soaked clothes were still where he had flung them before drifting off. He glanced to his right, the alarm clock on his night stand read 4:17 p.m. He had been asleep for a while. He sat up in bed and realized that the sheets had stuck to his body, obviously due to the slurm spill. He gave them a gentle tug and they separated from his skin, he decided taking a shower was a good idea after all. On his way to the shower he dug through his dresser and found a change of clothes. He took a quick look around the apartment but couldn't find Bender anywhere so he assumed that he was either sleeping or out.

Fry found a towel and laid it on the ground outside the shower before he turned the water on and stepped in. For some reason Fry felt uneasy, a feeling he didn't get all too often, which only made him worry more. He rushed through his regular shower routine- mostly singing long since forgotten songs and washing himself off. He finally turned off the flow of water and stepped out into the bathroom, it was filled with steam from the hot shower he'd just taken but he could clearly make out a small figure. He shrieked before realizing that it was only Nibbler. He wrapped a towel around his waist regardless of whether Nibbler cared or not.

"Hi Nibbler." Fry spoke awkwardly and suddenly.

"Hello indeed." Nibbler replied, "But I don't have time to indulge in pleasantries. I feel that something is awry in the universe."

"I didn't do anything to the universe. I swear." Fry put his hands up defensively and took a step back, Nibbler only came to Fry when the universe was I dire need, and this time Fry wanted no part in saving it.

"Are you sure of that Fry?" Nibbler looked at him skeptically; the alien had known Fry long enough to know that he didn't always know what he was doing- let alone others.

"Actually now that I think about it I'm not so sure."

"What? What? For the gods sakes what?" Nibbler asked, climbing up Fry, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.

"Slurm tastes a little different."

The Nibblionian stopped shaking him and looked him in the eyes, "Fry I know thinking is a challenge for you but I need you to do it. Is there anything else… anything slightly more important than a soft drink?"

"It has a hint of strawberries." Fry said as if he hadn't heard Nibbler.

"Fry…Focus."

"Oh yeah…the fate of the universe." Fry furrowed his brow and squinted, making it obvious that he was in deep thought. He stayed like this for several minutes until he finally spoke, "Well no one seems to remember the same past as me."

"Have you been drinking recently Fry?" The Nibblonian asked, continuing to stare into his eyes.

"No, err…at least in My yesterday I wasn't drinking."

"Then this is very bad." Nibbler said, letting go of Fry before scurrying out of the bathroom, mumbling to himself about contacting the rest of some consul.

This day just keeps getting stranger by the hour. Fry thought to himself as he sat down at the kitchen table, trying to decide what to do with himself. Fry stared ahead of him as several pastimes swirled around in his head. There was always hanging out with Bender. Bender isn't here so that's no good. He could rearrange the furniture. No, you have to clean if you're going to do that. There was also sex. No…Leela's mad at me. Fry furrowed his brow, "God Damn. Why is it so hard to find something to do?"

He put his arms on the table and buried his head in them. Just a few seconds later he had an idea- not that he knew what an idea was. Drinking!

The taxi slowed down and Fry glanced out the window where 'The Hip Joint' loomed. The taxi did a few circles around the club as it waited for its turn to pull up to the entrance. For Fry this was an eternity. The stress of the day weighed heavily on his mind and he wanted nothing more than to forget it all with a couple of drinks: clear his head, then he'd be able to face Leela again. When it was finally his turn to enter he handed the taxi driver a few bills to pay for the ride then exited the car and made his way into the club.

This wasn't working. He pressed the refill button on his shot glass and it refilled itself. He downed it then slouched back in his booth. Everyone else around him was partying and he was stuck sitting down. He'd turned down a few offers to dance, all to retain his vows to Leela (he still considered himself married). She didn't even want to talk to him anymore. Now he was drunk, slightly depressed, pissed off and in the mood. None of his worries were washing away. He had been feeling all of those feelings before he came to the club (save the mood) and now he was drunk along with all of those feelings. Drinking normally resolved his problems, at least temporarily, but now it wasn't. He glanced across the bar, trying to pick out anyone he could recognize so that he might be able to talk to someone, but he found no one. Then he saw her. Leela. What was she doing here? Why is she here? Fry had no idea why she was here and quickly pressed the refill button on his glass, "Save me Jacky D." He murmured as he tilted the glass back and gulped down the cold liquid. He looked back at Leela, who was sitting at a booth by the main bar, shot glass in her hands. She was staring at it- just staring at it -and Fry was staring at her. Suddenly she looked up, her gaze locking with his. Oh shit! Oh Shit! She sees you! Look away! It was too late, she had seen him- seen him staring at her. He wasn't sure he cared anymore. He broke the eye contact to press the refill button on his glass, which refilled in response. He looked at the scotch for a moment, desperately wishing for answers to all the questions piled up in his head. Then he saw her get up from her seat in the reflection on his glass. He looked up from his glass to confirm that she had moved and found her stop empty. She must be going to the bathroom…or leaving. Fry raised the glass to take another drink and poured the drink into his mouth. To his dismay as he emptied the glass he saw Leela approaching him through the bottom of it.

"How many is that?"

Fry spat the liquid out of his mouth, soaking the table cloth, "Huh-wa?"

"Drinks?" Leela asked.

Fry didn't respond any further, remembering what she had said earlier. He simply stared at the glass he held with both his hands.

"Fry…I'm sorry…last night wasn't your fault…It was mine."

Fry was a little stunned by her remark. She had been so angry with him all morning. It actually brought his senses back to him for a brief instant.

"Mind if I join you?"

Fry shook his head and then slid over to make room for her to sit beside him. She dropped into the spot and exhaled, "You can talk to me now Fry."

"I lost count after seven." Fry frowned, and then pressed the refill button on his drink. Leela looked confused so Fry clarified his previous statement with another, "That's how many drinks I've had."

Leela still looked a little confused, that's when Fry realized how badly he was slurring his words. He opened his mouth again, this time making sure to be extra clear, "I lost count of my drinks after the seventh one."

"Oh." She laughed then drank a shot of some green liquid that Fry couldn't recognize, "About what you said this morning…something about a marriage."

Fry took a moment to process what she was saying, then made sure to articulate when he spoke, "Well… yesterday I asked you to marry me, but broke the time button so we were stuck at one point in time for our entire lives until the professor came out of some other dimension or something and sent us back to the moment before he conceived the time button."

"Oh…" Leela nodded like she completely understood what he had said, "Then you woke up?"

"Yes. But I t just felt so real. And I don't remember going out last night, or any of those other things you mentioned this morning"

"To be honest you didn't really ruin either of my marriages…I mean Lars was technically you, but that doesn't count. But the relationships…there were so many times I'd be in a relationship, and then go out with friends one night and the next morning…Bam! You!"

"I don't remember that." Fry said, slightly ashamed of himself.

The two coworkers sat at the table for another half hour or so, drinking and talking, Fry was amazed by how well Leela took his 'I don't remember that' responses. He just brushed it off as her being a little tipsy and thought little of it. Then Leela looked at her communicator, "It's two a.m., we've been out all night."

"We should probably go home." Fray stammered, standing up and staggering out the door with Leela. Leela wasn't much better off than Fry; both had to stop to regain their balance more than once as they made their way to where the cabs usually waited. Fry eventually couldn't walk by himself anymore and had to lean on Leela who hailed a cab for him. Fry opened his wallet to make sure he had enough money to pay the driver, but found his wallet empty. He looked at Leela who responded, "I only brought enough to get myself home."

She thought for a moment then spoke, "You can sleep on my chair in the living room."

Fry nodded, then toppled into the back of the cab, Leela pushed him aside to make room for her to sit, then plopped into the seat and leaned back. The ride to her apartment wasn't as long as the ride Fry had endured earlier. Once they arrived she paid the driver, woke up Fry, and then walked him up the stairs to her front door. She leaned him against a wall while she unlocked her door; once the door opened she pulled him inside and guided him to the chair. She breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned against the wall near her television. She slide down to a sitting position and extended her legs, "What a day."

"I'll say." Fry hadn't spoken since they had gotten up to leave the bar and Leela hadn't expected him to speak again. In fact she assumed that he was already asleep. Fry lay in the chair so that his legs were flung over one arm and his head leaned on the other. Fry was staring at her, just like he had been doing in the bar earlier.

"Fry, why do you do that?"

"Because it's hard not to stare at you." He smiled and then scratched his leg.

Leela brushed off his attempt to flirt and began taking off her left boot, but that wasn't working out too well for her. Fry continued staring at her as she struggled on with the boot. She finally gave up and attempted to get her other boot off, but encountered the same problem; she was simply too drunk to get her shoes off by herself.

"Fry help me."

Fry clumsily got to his feet and stumbled over to where Leela was sitting. He sat on the floor by her feet, grasped her left boot with both hands and pulled with all of his drunken might. The boot came flying off and nearly hit Fry in the head, but he tumbled backwards and the boot whizzed harmlessly over him instead. He threw a quick glance at her left foot, damn she has big feet. He aptly rolled back to a sitting position near her right boot, "Last one" he began, "This reminds me of one time that Yancy and I got so drunk that we struggled with simple tasks…it took us three hours to get milk from the grocery store down the street."

"It took you three hours to walk down the street?"

"This was before they had shoes that tie themselves Leela."

Fry gave her boot a tug and went toppling backwards, along with Leela. He landed on his back and had the wind knocked out of him when Leela landed on top of him. Fry found himself staring at her again; her face was just a few centimeters from his. The moment seemed to last for an eternity- and Fry knew what an eternity was like. She just hovered over him, blissfully unaware of how beautiful she truly was. Then she kissed him, quickly and suddenly, but passionately nonetheless. Fry relaxed and kissed back, but pushed her off of him, remembering her words from this morning. This…needs to stop. He looked up at her, aroused but confused. How can she say one thing yet do another? Why is she doing this to me? Pushes me away then pulls me back in. She could obviously see the confusion in his face, but she responded coolly, working her hands down to his belt buckle, "Fry…I'm drunk and horny…"

She kissed him again, Fry was still confused, but he wasn't going to fight with her anymore. If she wanted to kiss him then he would let her, but he had to control himself, he couldn't get carried away. She was the most important person in his life –even if his life had changed overnight- and he'd be damned if he let himself mess that up. She broke off kissing him and whispered into his ear, "It's okay Fry."

He could barely keep himself from shouting, but somehow managed an agitated whisper, "It wasn't this morning."

"That's what I wanted then…this is what I want now." She softly purred, her words penetrating him. Then it just overtook him. He cracked; his willpower only went so far. His willpower failed him even sooner with the woman of his dreams. His mind quickly switched gears from resist to give in and he leaned forward slightly so that his lips nearly touched her ear, "And what do you want now?" The words rolled off of his tongue like turpentine. Leela waited only an instant before giving Fry the answer he was anticipating, "You." She barely finished the word before Fry pressed his lips to hers. She took Fry's sudden burst of enthusiasm as his unconditional surrender and unbuckled his belt; it took me ten minutes to buckle that. Fry though before losing himself in the euphoria of the moment. Fry didn't care what he thought tomorrow, after all tomorrow was another day and right now he was living in the moment, this extremely erotic and pleasant moment.