Kirsten moaned with every step she took as she made her way toward the kitchen. Her entire body was sore, and she couldn't remember anything from the previous evening. She wanted to find Sandy and ask him to explain a few things, like how she had gone from her work clothes to a tight fitting tank top and striped pajama bottoms. Just as she had almost reached her destination, the doorbell echoed through the house. Kirsten winced at the sound and realized that she was hung-over.
She had never had a headache that extreme before. Nor had she ever experienced the constant soreness that seemed to be pulsing throughout her body. Just how much alcohol had she consumed? Kirsten slowly made her way toward the front door, her feet dragging along the cold tile. As she pulled the heavy door open, Kirsten was surprised to find Julie Cooper standing on the other of the threshold.
"Hey, Julie," Kirsten greeted wearily. She was definitely not in the mood to put up with her Newpsie friend. "Are you okay?"
Julie groaned as she stood up a little straighter. "I think I'm dying, KiKi."
Ignoring the urge to giggle, Kirsten gently pulled Julie into the house and closed the door behind her friend. The two women stood in the foyer for a moment, allowing the time needed to recover from the sudden movements. Julie was the first to speak when she came to the conclusion that the room had stopped spinning.
"What the hell is wrong with us?" Julie asked softly. She looked up at Kirsten and waited patiently for an answer, or any indication as to why they were both feeling so odd.
Kirsten opened her mouth to speak but remained silent as her husband entered the room. "Morning," Sandy greeted Kirsten with a kiss. He turned to Julie but did not say anything, just merely laughed.
As Sandy strode into the kitchen, Julie's green eyes widened. "Why did he laugh at me?"
Kirsten grabbed Julie's arm and pulled the brunette into the kitchen. When the two reached the sunny room, Julie's face was completely white from the motion sickness and Kirsten's cheeks were flushed.
"Sandy, apologize to her." Kirsten raised one brow angrily at her husband to show that she was not amused by his behavior. "You do not laugh at people like that!"
Waving off her command, Sandy leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled at his wife. "I really don't think you should be telling me who to apologize to," He said in a sly tone. "I have some dirt on you two."
Julie's face, although still pale, revealed that she was intrigued. She glanced over at Kirsten, who gave a nod which meant that she could interrogate Sandy.
"Care to explain?"
Sandy obviously had the upper hand and decided to use that to his advantage. He took a moment to prepare a cup of coffee, and even put a little cream cheese on the last sesame seed bagel before answering. "You two were drunk last night and I had the lovely duty of making sure you both made it home."
Julie's jaw dropped slightly, while Kirsten gasped. "You're lying," They said in unison, although they both knew that he wasn't.
"You want proof?" Sandy inquired with a boyish grin. "Julie, according to my wife, who was completely plastered last night, you have a crush on me. Oh, and Kirsten, you didn't know that we were married."
Julie laughed at the last part of that revelation. "How much did we drink last night, Kirsten?"
Kirsten merely shrugged. She set off for the living room, and almost made it. Until Sandy jumped out in front of her.
"Where are you going?" He asked with true concern.
"To sleep my hang-over off," Kirsten replied with a sigh. "Come on, Julie."
Julie obediently followed Kirsten, and she was still giggling quietly. Sandy watched the two women collapse onto the couch in a series of groans and sighs. As he had the night before, a smug smile found it's way to Sandy's face. He had the upper-hand, for the moment being, and planned to enjoy it.