Chapter 8: The Clean Up
Authors note: Well I was going through all my stories and realized that I should maybe finish this one, since it is only one more chapter. I have to say that the only JAG episode I've seen in the last few years is the series finale, but that shouldn't really matter in the case of this story seeing as how the majority of it was written years ago.
"Well I have to say, this is a situation I never pictured all of us being in." Stated Harm as he set his coffee down, his head hurt more than he'd ever considered possible, and at that moment he was fairly sure that anyone who invented a hangover cure that actually worked would be a freaking billionaire on the business from last night alone.
"I second that." Motioned Sturgis, at least not when we were this old, but if we'd all know each other in college, I would have no problem fathoming our current predicament.
"That's how you know a true lawyer from all the others," Lizz started. "When they're hung over, they still use big words."
Chloe laughed at the comment, "I never thought I'd see any of you drunk, let alone so much of you while you were drunk."
"Could you stop with the high pitched girly voice, please? And what do you mean SO much?" Tiner asked.
"Did none of you notice that you woke up partially naked?" She asked in an overly deep voice to compensate for the earlier girly one.
"You mean we woke up?" Asked Bobbi proving a point that none of them were all that observant at the moment or earlier, turns out even when Congresswomen are drunk, they still like to make people look inadequate.
"Apparently you all played strip poker last night, because you all passed out naked." Harriet said with a laugh at the confused look on all of their faces.
"I'm thinking it was strip go fish." Mac commented trying to think back to the events of the night before. "And maybe a drinking game?" She questioned the others who were participants in last night's activities.
"That is sounding pretty familiar." Commented Jenn as she looked to the others.
The group spent the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening trying to figure out what else had happened. Surprisingly enough Bud, Harriet, and Chloe provided little knowledge as to what had happened. Everyone, accept for Harm and Chloe, left at about 9 that night claiming that they needed to be sure they still remembered where they lived, and make sure it was still standing. They were all given strict instructions to report to Mac's residence at 1000 hours to begin the clean up.
Sarah Mackenzie's Residence
1000 hours
"This could be a dumb question, but is there a thawed out steak under the couch?" Bobbie asked, holding up the package of raw meet for everyone to see.
"It's what I gave to Harm to keep the swelling on his face down." Chloe laughed as Bobbi haphazardly dropped it in the kitchen sink for Mac to deal with later.
"Why was his face swollen?" Lizz asked with a furrowed brow.
"He and the Admiral were in a fight before they came over here last night." Harriet clarified, there was defiantly something to be said for being the only sober ones in an intoxicated crowed. You remembered everything, and you could make stuff up and they would never know the difference.
"Why was there a bag of peas between the sheets in the guest bedroom?" Jenn asked after helping Mac strip the bed.
"Same reason, only they were for the Admiral." Said Chloe still smirking at the image of Harm and the Admiral bruised and pissed drunk that her mind conjured up.
"Chloe when you go home, I don't think you should tell your grandparents what happened this weekend," Mac stated as she pushed the hide-a-bed back in the couch. "If you did, I don't think they'd let you come back."
Harm laughed "You know, it's possible we over did it that night, and I'm thinking it's because we've never had a party night like that before. So we need to hang out together more often, and drink in moderation. That way we won't be in as much pain."
"Mac I think you're rubbing off on him," Started the Admiral, "He's sounding a whole lot smarter."
All the others laughed agreeing with AJ's statement
"It was bound to happen sooner or later, Mac where's your vacuum?" Bud asked while searching in a closet he thought it would have been in.
"It's in the laundry room." She said while filling a glass full of ice water then sitting in a chair and proceeded to take a break, the others followed her lead. "Thank you guys for coming over and helping clean up. It would have taken Harm a lot longer by himself." They all laughed and Harm glared at his girlfriend. They all knew he was a neat freak, but did she really have to point it out.
Once the laughter had stopped they began planning the next slumber party, Mac assured everyone that it would not be held at her apartment.
AN: Well that's it, I just wanted to do a quick little finish to make this story complete. Thanks to all of you who read and reviewed, I appreciate you support.
