McCoy awoke to the familiar feeling of a hangover. He also awoke to the unfamiliar feeling of a body wrapped around his.
He risked a glance at the arm tight about his waist and groaned.
"Doctor, you are awake." Spock's voice was utterly calm.
McCoy squeezed his eyes shut.
"What happened?"
"You were quite inebriated and likely to cause a diplomatic incident. I removed you from the company."
"And then?"
"I put you to bed. It was necessary to stay to ensure you remained here."
"So… nothing happened?" McCoy asked, both relieved and disappointed.
"No, Doctor. Nothing has happened… yet."