Oliver and France, now clothed and cleaned off from the night before, sat at the kitchen table, France cradling a cup of coffee, Oliver a cup of Earl Gray ("Why I have this in my house, I'll never know..."). There was a phone between them.
"Erm..."
"Well..."
"Should we call him?"
"I-I don't know..." France sighed.
"Well... I'm sorry."
"No! Don't be! It's happened, I'm fine. Besides, you were drunk."
"Exactly! I promised myself I wouldn't do this anymore!" This time Oliver sighed.
"France, I wasn't drunk. I went along with it willingly." Though Oliver smiled as he said the words, the guilt still ate away at France's gut. "So... are we going to tell him?"
"Um... Do you remember... if I used a condom last night?" Oliver gasped. Oh no...
"...No..."
"...GOD DAMMIT!"