This Wasn't Supposed To Happen
Usual disclaimer applies, and once again I have nothing of value, unless you value odd socks, old copies of Top Gear Magazine and many, many pictures of Jenson Button.
For the next three days Niles and Daphne manage to live in the same apartment without, seing never mind talking to each other. The whole thing came to a head on Friday evening, when they accidentally met in the kitchen, they had a blazing row which ended with Niles storming out of the apartment.
Daphne spent the rest of the evening crying down the phone to Roz, despite the fact that she had caused the chain of events leading up to the row it still hurt her fighting with Niles. Daphne was worried that Niles had tried to drive to Frasier's, well that's where she presumed he went, thankfully on checking the garage his car was still there.
Frasier answered the door slightly irritably, as he had been about to get into the bath. He got an awful surprise when he opened the door to find Niles steaming drunk. Helping his brother over to the couch and making him a coffee Frasier surveyed his brother, far from his usual immaculate appearance, his hair was at once matted and dishevelled, stubble was swathed across his chin, he cleary hadn't been eating properly as his face was gaunt and even paler than usual, also it was obvious he hadn't been sleeping either.
"So you turn up at my door drunk, unshaven, and clearly depressed, what's up?"
"She's a fucking whore, I hate her! Frasier" Niles said at the third attempt.
"Who?" Frasier asked, quite shocked as his brother seldom used profanity.
"That bitch I married"
"What has Maris done now?"
"Not Maris, Daphne, she slept with another man and then came home and acted as if nothing had happened."
Niles was either so drunk that he was hallucinating, or Daphne had done the unthinkable and cheated on him.
Whilst Frasier was musing to himself about this Niles had passed out on the sofa, as it was only 8.30 he decided that a phonecall to his sister-in-law might be the best idea.
On the fifth attempt she finally answered the phone, from her voice she was just as drunk as Niles, with the apprehension evident in hid voice he asked why Niles turned up at his apartment in the state he had.
"I don't want you to say a word until I have finished, is that understood?" Once Daphne was satisfied that Frasier wasn't going to interupt she began telling the story.
As she recalled the evening Frasier's jaw began to fall to the floor, 'Niles was telling the truth she did cheat on him'.
Frasier resolved to talk to them both seperatly in the morning.