A/N: this chapter is a little more naughty than the others... so I'm sorry if its too much in advance

ELIZA'S POV*

I woke up with the world's worst headache. How did I end up sleeping on the kitchen table? I don't remember much of last night.

I remember Angelica thinking that we should celebrate my 'freedom' from Alexander by drinking. Peggy has never been the most responsible, so she must have agreed to drink her worries away with alcohol. Which would have left me, but I do remember agreeing and downing at least half a bottle of vodka before 1 am. I also remember taking jello shots that Peggy conveniently had in her fridge. After about 1:30 in the morning, I don't remember much. But just based off of the jello shots, I know why I have a pounding headache.

I sit up and get off the table. I stumble haphazardly into the living room to see Angelica reading a book with a coffee cup in her hands and Peggy stands by the window, also holding a cup.

Angelica looks up from her reading material, "Look who's up?"

"What time is it?" I yawn.

"It's almost 10:30." Peggy says forcing me to sit down and handing me a mug full of warm lemon water, "Drink this. My homemade hangover remedy."

I force a thin smile, "Thanks. So, what happened last night?"

Angelica chuckles, "You go absolutely wasted. Downed some vodka, had some jello shots, drank whiskey, and somehow got beer in your system as well."

"Ah, so that's why I feel like total shit right now."

"That would be why."

"Did I do anything stupid last night?"

"Check your phone." Angelica says, "That normally gives hungover people the answer to that question."

I grabbed my phone off of the kitchen table and looked at my notifications. 5 new text messages and 3 missed calls. I decided to look and see who texted me first. 2 of them were Alex. I sent him a picture of me completely wasted last night telling him how much I wanted to sleep with him… oh God. One text says, 'Thank you for calming Angie down after her nightmare. Made it a lot easier for her to sleep.' What nightmare? When did he call me? What? The other text reads, 'Hey, I know we're not exactly on speaking terms as of right now, but I wanted to check up on you because I know you were very drunk last night. Just let me know.'

I actually responded to him: I don't remember anything about last night. Thanks for checking up on me though. I have a hangover. Apparently I downed a whole lot of vodka along with jello shots, whiskey, and a beer. So I am really feeling like shit. Don't tell Angie that when you called I was just about blackout drunk.

The other 3 messages and calls were from Thomas. Wonder what he wants. I open the messages and look at what I sent him. I sent him a bottle of booze with a text that said 'drinking to forget.' He didn't respond to the one. I sent another one of my cleavage that said 'im super drunk, and ur super single. We should fuck…' and then I sent him another picture of me in my bra and panties that says 'normally i send this kinda stuff to alex, but i want you so much more than him…' Holy shit. What drugs did I do to do that? I must have spit my water out because Angelica looks confused, "What did you do while we were all wasted?"

"I told Alex that I wanted to sleep with him. But he knows that when I'm drunk I am more likely to be in the mood. The other person does not know that…" I inhale, "I told Jefferson that I am drinking to forget, then I sent him a picture of my boobs telling him that I'm drunk and he's single which means we should hook up. But the real icing on the cake…" I showed them the picture and the text that followed.

"Holy shit, Eliza!" Angelica says, "What the hell was that?"

Peggy just gasped and covered her mouth. I tell them, "That was drunk Eliza talking. I don't want to sleep with Thomas and now he probably thinks I do. Oh my God…"

"Did you look at his text that he sent you back?" Peggy asks me.

I gasp, "Oh my God, no I didn't. I was so worried about what Alex wanted and what I sent them, I didn't even look at what he said…"

I pull out my phone again. My finger slides down the screen to see what he said. I can't believe my eyes at what he sent. It was a picture of his nether regions. He also said, 'i'm drunk too. You know, fucking you doesn't seem like a bad idea' And then a text from 9:30, 'Shit. Sorry Eliza. I was really drunk…'

I texted him back: So was I. We don't speak of this… to anyone… ever. Also why'd you call?

I looked up at my sisters, eagerly waiting to hear how he responded to my text messages, "What?"

"What did he say?" Peggy pries.

"He said that we shouldn't. He said that he knew I was drunk and that he would feel bad taking advantage of a drunk, married woman."

I hear a ding and look at my phone: Agreed, not telling a soul. I called last night in a drunk fit because I was horny, and then twice to see if we could talk about it. No need to worry.

I exhale, I need to stop holding my breath: Okay, good. So nothing awkward here, right?

Another ding: nothing awkward.

I don't bother to respond to that. I just set my phone down and continue to drink my warm lemon water. I definitely deserve all that happened. That's what I get for getting drunk and trying to forget my husband. I'm just glad I didn't actually do anything with Thomas. But, I have to break my promise to him. I have to tell Alexander. Looks like I'm going home early.