"Shuuutttt uppppp Wade," a croaky voice moaned from beneath the kitchen table.

Lavon and Wade both jumped in surprise at the interjection into their morning conversation.

"Zoe?" Wade asked incredulously, hanging off his stool trying to peer under the table.

Zoe made a frustrated noise and started pushing at the chairs, trying to get out and knocking one over in the process. She crawled out and lifted her head to produce a resounding crack as her head connected with the underside of the table she hadn't quite cleared. Lavon and Wade winced.

"Ow," she whined, and dropped to the ground again, rubbing the back of her head vigorously. With her face still planted on the lino she asked, "Where am I?"

"You're under my kitchen table," Lavon explained slowly as his mind tried to imagine what scenario ended with the good Dr Hart literally drinking herself under a table, and specifically, his table. "And, Zoe, as much as I love your company… you do realise you don't live here anymore, right?"

Wade couldn't help but laugh hysterically at Zoe's state of disrepair, but he did get off his seat to drag his horrendously hung over, and now mildly concussed ex up onto her feet. Or not her feet, he decided as she tried to collapse back down as soon as he tried to let her go. Wade guided her onto a chair and backed away cautiously with his hands out to catch her if she tried to go to ground again.

"Don't make me think. It hurts," Zoe clutched her head in both hands, her pain written on her face.

She started to tilt forward in the chair to a dangerous angle, and Wade quickly stepped forward to catch her by the shoulders and push her back.

"Big night last night, Doc?" Wade smirked.

Zoe's only response was a pitiful groan, and Wade took his hands away before he gave into the temptation to gently stroke back her sleep mussed hair. Luckily, a distraction was readily available.

"Hey. Isn't that my mother's dress?" Wade asked in disbelief, staring at the blue floral frock with puffed sleeves.

Zoe winced at the volume of his voice and rubbed her head again. She looked down at the dress, frowning in effort.

"I… I think so?"

"Why the hell are you wearing my mother's dress?"

"I don't know," Zoe scrunched her forehead, thinking how much she would rather just go back to sleep right now, except her pounding head would probably render that impossible. She closed her eyes, "Wait. I think I fell in… something. Had to change. The swamp! I fell in the swamp."

Zoe pulled a face at the blurry memory. She was lucky the leeches didn't eat her alive.

"Into my mother's dress?!"

"Earl thought it would fit," she mumbled. God damn her head was going to physically explode.

"Earl?"

"Zoe Hart," Lavon intoned, with more than a hint of amusement, "Do you mean to tell me that you spent last night drinking yourself stupid with Crazy Earl Kinsella?"

"Ah…." Zoe cringed in embarrassment, "Maybe? It's a little hazy. I think we went fishing."

Wade's jaw dropped, and he made a few attempts to speak, but all he could get out was a rather strangled 'what?'.

"Fishing? In the middle of the night? Drunk?" Lavon laughed, "Lavon Hayes can't believe you didn't drown when you fell in."

"Lavon, please tell me you have Tylenol?" Zoe begged pitifully.

Lavon shook his head at his former tenant, and went to get the pain killers and a glass of water.

Zoe frowned down at her feet as Wade continued to struggle for a full sentence.

"Hey…. where are my shoes?"