A/N: Reviews are nice. :) Sorry this chapter kind of sucks. Next one should be better! Oh and, special thanks to Ur Rad. I appreciate your reviews, they convince me to keep writing. :D

Penny didn't wake up until after one the next day. She was exhausted and completely hung over. Since she'd never been much of a drinker, she'd never experienced this problem. Now she remembered why she avoided alcohol. Ouch. She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and shuffled into the 'whatever room', collapsing onto the couch. Penny pulled the blankets over her head and snuggled into the pillows, trying to block out all traces of light and sound. Max watched from the kitchen, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Finally, you're awake. Now I actually know someone who sleeps more than I do. Never thought that would happen."

"Mmm."

Max flopped down on the end of the couch, highly amused.

"Sorry, didn't catch that."

Penny mumbled something, still muffled by the pillows and blanket.

"Penny?"

She slowly pulled the blanket away from her face and glared at him.

"I said, shut up. Ah. The light.." Whimpering, she buried back under the blankets. Was it really possible to be in that much pain?

"Aw, now that's not nice."

Penny kicked him sharply in the ribs.

"Ouch."

"Leave me alone."

"I just wanted to help."

Penny scoffed and pulled the blanket down again.

"By shooting your mouth off? Making my headache worse? Tell me Max, how does that help?"

"You really do have a temper, don't you."

"Hmph."

"I'll take that as a yes." Max grinned and slowly got to his feet. He hadn't realized until just then how much alike he and Penny were. They were both, stubborn, arrogant, cynical, boisterous people. He found if quite funny actually. Max returned carrying two cups of coffee, shoving one in Penny's face.

"Ugh. I don't want it."

"Drink it. It helps, a little."

"No."

"Penny. Come on. I'm trying to help."

"I don't trust you."

"I don't blame you! But just humor me, alright? I'm tired of listening to you whine."

Penny slowly pulled herself into a sitting position and snatched the cup out of Max's hand, glaring at him.

"Thank you. Jesus, was that really so hard?"

Penny stared at him for a moment before smiling slightly.

"Yeah, maybe it was."

Max rolled his eyes in response and leaned back against the couch.

"So... where is everyone?"

"I don't know."

"How do you not know Max?"

"Because, Penny, I sleep in. Alright? Everyone leaves to do... whatever, I wake up, spend the day alone, they come back later, we live happily ever after. Okay?"

Penny held back a laugh.

"So that means I'm stuck here with you? Great. Just what I need..."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

They glared at each other for a few moments before erupting into fits of laughter. Max simply shook his head.

"You're quite a pain in the ass, you know that right?"

Penny grinned and nodded.

"Mhm. So I've been told. You're not exactly sweet and innocent yourself."

"Why thank you. I'll take that as a compliment."

The two of them continued on like that for most of the afternoon. Occasionally, they managed to have somewhat of a normal conversation but most of it was just insults and beating each other up. By the time Jude got home that afternoon, he wasn't at all surprised at what he saw when he stepped into the 'whatever room'. Penny and Max were sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, laughing like idiots. No doubt stoned out of their minds. Jude just rolled his eyes and disappeared into his room.

"Hm. My head does feel better, thank you Max."

Max glanced over at Penny, his trade mark lopsided grin plastered onto his face.

"See. I told you. I'm not that bad of a friend, now am I?"

"Eh. You'll do."