Bass woke up early the next morning. He looked around, a little disoriented by the fact that he was in the living room and not the bedroom, before standing up. He'd been tired last night, too tired to bother even finding a blanket. He'd just flopped down onto the couch and dozed off right away so there was nothing to put away.

He didn't have a hangover. That was one pleasant perk that came from having to take care of drunk Charlie... Bass never drank when he was driving, at least not since the accident that had taken his family, so he had ended up remaining perfectly sober the night before. He had been planning on drinking once he got the twins home, but his plans had changed.

Bass checked the time and was once again pleasantly surprised when he discovered that he was up early.

He knew that there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, so he decided that he'd just get ready then and surprise Miles by showing up to work early for once.

Miles knew that the chances of Bass being up on time for work after taking the twins home were low, so he decided to head over to Bass's place to try and get his ass in gear. That seemed to be more effective than a phone call on most days.

Miles let himself into Bass's apartment, using the key that Bass had given him a long time ago, and instantly headed for his friend's bedroom.

Bass was still in bed, or so Miles thought, with the blankets pulled up to block Miles' view of him.

Miles turned the lights on and shouted loudly, "Come on, wake up Bass! ...Move your ass! You've got to get ready!"

After that two things happened at once. The body in the bed rolled over to reveal that it was Charlie at the same time as the door opened to the adjoining bathroom and Bass walked out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Miles groaned out in an annoyed tone. "Seriously? When I left last night you were going to leave her alone-" He stared pointedly at Bass for a moment before turning his attention to his niece who was still cocooned in Bass's bed with one arm now draped over her eyes to try and block out the light. "And you weren't going to sleep with him."

Charlie seemed to wake up at that as her whole body seemed to go on high alert.

"No... No." She said insistently as she stared over at Bass in horror. "We did not sleep together... Please tell me that we didn't sleep together."

She looked down and braced herself before she lifted up the blankets a little and let out a quiet sigh of relief. She was fully clothed... That was a good sign.

"You're right, we didn't," Bass agreed as he stepped further into the room. "But thanks for making it sound like that would be the absolute end of the world... That was nice."

Charlie was too busy falling back onto the pillow out of relief to look even remotely apologetic.

"So then what happened to the twins?" Miles questioned as he turned his attention back towards his best friend.

"I say you still owe me twenty bucks," Bass told him. "I won that bet. I mean they were about to go home with me when I had to leave them to save Charlie's drunk ass. And when I say drunk, I mean drunk. She was dancing on the bar-top and kicking drinks off and smashing them drunk."

"I don't remember that at all," Charlie mumbled into a pillow that she had moved over her face to try and block out the light and make the sounds less harsh. It did muffle them some, but it definitely was not enough to ease her killer headache.

"That's probably because you just drank anything that was given to you without even asking what was in it," Bass retorted in a less than sympathetic tone before turning his attention back towards his manager. "That guy must have been buying her something strong and then the little bastard just ran off laughing when she started breaking things... So I brought her here so that Rachel wouldn't murder me."

"She's still going to murder me," Charlie pointed out, her voice still muffled by her pillow shield.

"No, she's not," Miles told his niece. "I'll call her and tell her that you fell asleep on my couch last night."

"Thanks," Charlie muttered before her tone suddenly became more urgent as she threw the pillow off of herself and brought a hand to her mouth. "Oh no."

She quickly ran past Bass and moments later he and Miles could hear her emptying the contents of her stomach.

"Okay there is no way that she's in good enough condition to go to work," Bass pointed out. "Look, she can stay here today and get over her hangover while we're at work. But you have to drive her home after."

"Alright... I've got to call Rachel first and then I'll tell her," Miles responded. "You go put some fucking clothes on."

"I'm a model, Miles," Bass said with a grin as he turned to walk away. "It's my job to walk around half-naked, remember?"

"That just keeps getting funnier, Bass," Miles called after him sarcastically.

His friend just turned back around and shot him one last smirk. Miles rolled his eyes at the model and then pulled out his cell phone.

A/N: Please read and review! A huge thanks goes out to LemonSupreme, sammxhill, perfectmanhattan, BassCharlie, JM2788, neverthereb4, IceonFire7, and the two guest reviewers :)