Marcus squinted at the bright light in his eyes that was streaming through the window. His head was killing him. He sat up as he rubbed his eyes. He seemed to be buried in a pile of heavy, yet soft, couches. He would have gone back to sleep if not for the cold water slowly creeping up the cushions.
He exhumed himself from his furniture tomb and climbed away from the water. He found it hard to balance. The lack of a clear 'up' direction wasn't helping. Finally, he found himself perched atop a small mountain, a molehill if you will, of loveseats. From up here, he could see that he was in the amazing bus, but it was at a strange angle.
He looked out the window, and saw that the bus was in the cabin's swimming pool and was standing nearly vertical on its stern. It wasn't the back of the bus anymore; this bus was nautical now. Water must have entered the hole in the floor (deck) that they called the bathroom. The term 'poop deck' came to mind.
He managed to grab onto the only object on the bus that was bolted to the deck, the captain's chair. From there, he climbed up to the door and opened it.
"No wonder this boat sank." he thought. "There aren't any sails."
Marcus jumped out of the bus, ruining a pool chair with his landing. He looked around. Everything was wrecked. There was garbage everywhere and all of the other pool chairs were ruined too. At least they all matched now. He didn't see anyone outside; they must be indoors.
Marcus walked through the sliding glass door without opening it. Opening it was unnecessary due to the cartoonish Patricia shaped hole in the glass. He'd know those curves anywhere. He wouldn't say that around Gavin though.
On the kitchen floor lay Angela, a pile of cereal boxes serving as a delicious blanket. In the living room, he saw a fort made of couch cushions and sheets. There were two pair of feet sticking out from under it. A quick scan through the rest of the cabin revealed two other couples sleeping in beds and Mike sleeping bat style, upside down with his toes dug into the top of a bedroom closet's door frame. That just left one more.
He heard the sound of a terlet flushing from the hall bathroom. After a second, he heard the sound of someone washing their hands.
"Good for them. I'm glad I have such hygienic friends." thought Marcus. He was glad to have such hygienic friends.
Out walked Gavin, who looked pretty grizzled. Marcus probably looked pretty grizzled himself, but hadn't yet found a mirror.
"Man, what a night." Gavin grumbled. "I can't remember a thing. And you'd think this would at least jog my memory a little." He held up his left hand and displayed a wedding band.
"Great Caesar's ghost!" shouted Marcus, surprised. "You got married last night?"
"I guess. I should find Patricia, and see if she remembers it. I woke up in the garage." replied Gavin, more alert now after Marcus' shouting.
They checked the bedrooms first, but didn't find her. That meant she was probably in the couch fort. They knocked that mess over and woke up Patricia who lay next to Terry. They were both fully clothed, which made Gavin feel better. It wasn't all good news though; Patricia wasn't wearing a ring, just Terry.
"Do either of you remember anything about last night?" Marcus asked them.
"Apparently I love couch forts." said Patricia, who was clearly not happy to be sleeping next to Terry.
"I just love your girlfriend." said Terry, laughter in his voice and eyes. Patricia punched him good in the ribs, for her pleasure.