The next morning...

Ivy is waking up with a horrendous hangover. "Ohhh!" She looks in the mirror and sees that she still has her moustache and groans.
Suddenly, there's movement beside her, startling her. Sam wakes up and they both start screaming in terror. Then they both grab their heads having aggravated their hangovers.
"Why are we in bed together?" Sam asks.
"I don't know. Do-do you have any clothes on?"
He checks, "Yeah."
"Really?!"
"No! But we-we didn't have... Sex-uh, did we? I mean, I don't remember much about last night, it was such a blur." He says.
"Oh! I remember laughing! I laughed a lot." Ivy says.
"And we didn't have sex."
Ivy agrees and gets out of bed, "Ohh, I mean, we were really drunk. I'm just glad we didn't do anything stupid."
Sam gets up, "Tell me about it." He sits up on the edge of the bed and has 'Just Married' written on his back.

~*~