When Sara woke up again she felt Nick's arm slung loosely across her waist. She studied him as he slept. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, almost like a little boy. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, she found herself smiling. Why was it that the most beautiful eyelashes were wasted on men? The pounding in her head had lessened somewhat, but she still didn't feel well. She felt her stomach churn again and she slid out from under Nick's arm and ran to the bathroom where she threw up. She made a mental note that the next time she felt like drinking to oblivion, to drink Coke instead. She crawled back into the bed where Nick was still sound asleep. As she closed her eyes to try and go back to sleep, Nick reached for her in his sleep, putting his arm around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. Sara drifted back to sleep, unconsciously snuggling closer to him.

The next time Sara woke up, she realized that she was alone. Nick must have gotten up. She knew that they were going to have to talk about what had happened between them. The problem was, she couldn't remember the one thing she wanted to know. Aside from drinking, kissing, and taking her shirt off. Inwardly she groaned. She'd thrown herself at Nick. She'd gotten drunk and thrown herself at Nick. Pieces filtered through her cloudy mind and began to fit together. Nick had gotten the promotion. In an effort to make sure he knew she was happy for him, she'd told him she'd buy him a beer. Only it hadn't been just one beer. They'd bought a case of beer and pizza, and from the way she felt she was pretty sure that there wasn't much of the beer left.

She pulled herself out of bed and hugged her arms around her body as she padded down the hallway in the T-shirt and boxers Nick gave her to wear in search of him.

He stood in the kitchen clad in boxers and a T-shirt pouring a cup of coffee. The recycle bin next to the trash was nearly full of empty beer bottles. He glanced up as he heard her approaching. He looked concerned. "How are you feeling?"

"Less crappy than earlier, but I still feel like I've been hit by a car." She attempted a smirk to try and lighten the situation.

Nick smiled at her. "Coffee?"

"Please." Sara gratefully reached out for the cup he offered her, taking a long sip.

The silence between them was a little overwhelming. Neither one of them wanted to be the first one to bring up the proverbial elephant in the living room. Finally, Nick cleared his throat. "I, uh, found some of your clothes. I put them on top of my dresser." He just looked at her for a long moment before continuing. "I, uh, think your underwear is in the bed somewhere."

If she could have commanded that the floor swallow her up at that moment, she would have. Sara closed her eyes and fixated on the smell of the coffee, finally getting the courage to look Nick in the eye. "Uh, thanks." She gestured toward the clothes she had on and then looked back at him again. "And thanks for these. I, uh, this, well, uh." She tried to quell the panic that threatened to surface and then just blurted out what she was trying to say. "Did we sleep together?"

Nick chuckled involuntarily at her nervousness. He felt it too, and it answered a few questions he'd been pondering since he'd woken up. His expression became more serious as Sara looked at him desperately. "Hey, we slept, I know that for sure. I just don't remember if we had sex."

Sara bit her lip. "I don't remember either."

"I can remember most of the rest of it, just not that." Nick continued. "And believe me, that's something I would have wanted to remember."

Sara regarded him for a moment, not quite sure how to respond. Was he actually saying that he was attracted to her?

Nick studied her. He could tell she was feeling weird about the whole situation. Hell, so was he. "Sara, I'm not sure what to say here."

She looked him in the eye. "Neither am I. Did we mean for this to happen?"

"We haven't established that it actually did." He replied taking a sip from his cup of coffee.

There was an edge to her voice. "We were in bed together, Nick. Neither one of us was wearing any clothes. I have a vague recollection of throwing myself at you and then the rest is sort of a blur."

Nick tried to restrain his smile. "Actually, you only threw yourself at me after I came on to you."

Sara closed her eyes and her shoulders started to move as she buried her face in her hands. She didn't make a sound and at first Nick thought she was crying.

He reached over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Sara?" He was afraid that he'd made the biggest mistake of his life and ruined their friendship.

Sara looked at him and only then did Nick realize that she was laughing, not crying. She finally found her words. "This is like a scene out of a movie, only we don't have the script to us what happened."

Nick nodded. "Is that funny?"

She shook her head. "I can't believe I threw myself at you."

"You did." Nick took another sip from his coffee. "But I hit on you first."

Sara looked at him for a moment. "Can I ask you something?"

Nick nodded.

She tilted her head slightly. "Just how much did we drink?"

He gestured toward the bottles in the recycle bin. "About half of those."

She grimaced. "I don't drink much."

Nick tried to restrain his smile. "I can tell."

A thought suddenly hit Sara and panic flashed across her face. "What time is it?"

Nick glanced at the clock on the wall. "We have to be at work in two hours."

Sara breathed a sigh of relief and then rubbed her temples with her fingers. "I don't know how the hell I'm going to work with a headache like this."

"Drink another beer." Nick took another sip of his coffee.

She looked at him skeptically. "Drink another beer. Uh, I think we've both had plenty."

He smirked. "It helps the hangover." He finished his coffee and set his cup in the sink and then grabbed her a beer, handing it to her after removing the cap. He gestured toward the bathroom. "I'm going to go take a shower. Make yourself at home."

She nodded. "Uh, yeah, sure." Holding the beer in her hand she wondered if it would really help.