Charlie woke up for a second time a few hours later and had to take a second to remember where she was. Her head was still bothering her a little, but it was certainly nowhere near as bad as it had been earlier.

As she got out of Bass's bed, she discovered that the bottoms of her pant legs were stained from a combination of mud from her fall and alcohol from when she had been kicking glasses off the table.

Great, that'd be fun to try and explain to her mother when she got home… She just hoped that she'd be able to get away with the truth that she had fallen down outside and be able to exclude the part where she had been drunk at the time. She'd just have to hope that her mom wouldn't smell the lingering alcohol on her.

She felt like a mess and she knew that if she were at home that she would just go for a shower, but she wasn't sure what exactly the point was to just put on the same dirty and stained clothes from the night before. With that in mind, she managed to convince herself that Bass's apartment was very thoroughly clean, so he would probably prefer if she changed out of her muddy clothes and borrowed something of his.

After Charlie went for a shower she was feeling quite a bit better as she stood, wrapped up in a towel, staring into Bass's closet.

It was intimidating. Everything looked expensive and she was sure that everything was. She didn't want to put on clothes worth more money than she had when she still wasn't a hundred percent sure whether she was going to throw up again or not.

Finally she turned away from the closet and decided to check his dresser to see if she could find anything that was a little less imposing looking.

Charlie hesitated in front of the dresser for a moment when she saw an old picture of a much younger Bass with two younger girls who appeared to be his sisters. She hadn't known that he had any siblings.

She had to smirk a little as she saw that the picture next to that one was a picture that was a few years old of him and Miles. Although Bass seemed to like to act as if Miles was just his manager in front of others and that drove Miles insane, it was clear that they were good friends.

When she opened the dresser, she was relieved to find that it was where he kept his old ratty clothes that looked like they had been washed far too many times for their own good. She pulled out a pair of sweat pants and a baggy hoody and was relieved when she was able to tie the pants tight enough to keep them from slipping off.

As she got dressed, Charlie noticed a bruise that had formed on the front of her ankle. As she stared down at it, she could feel the hint of a memory tugging at her brain and struggled to try and reach it.

She vaguely remembered falling and thought that she might remember being carried. But then she remembered Bass's gentle touch and the kindness in his eyes as he told her, "It should be fine. It might be a bit bruised tomorrow, but nothing too serious."

The memory seemed strange to her. It didn't seem to fit with the entire attitude that he'd had earlier that day. That morning he had seemed annoyed and angry and judgemental about having to deal with her instead of the twins that he had been planning on taking home, but in that memory he had seemed patient and caring. It was like seeing two exact opposite sides of him.

Once dressed, Charlie internally debated with herself for a few minutes whether or not to snoop around. She was naturally curious and the fact that he'd been trying to pretend that he'd never been nice to her, or at least hadn't wanted to, was making her more than a little inquisitive towards him. But still, she didn't want to be nosy… Maybe if she just took a little look.

Half an hour later, Charlie finished rummaging through Bass's things with not much to show for it. She had discovered a few more old pictures and found out that he'd used to be in the army, but that was about it. That did make her feel a little better though, since she had felt a little guilty about it as she snooped.

It was still only lunch time and there was a long day ahead of her before Miles would be back to take her home.

She headed into the kitchen and grabbed herself a bagel, the most that she thought that she would be able to stand eating in her current state, and headed to the living room to eat in front of the TV.

When Bass came home that evening, he was amused to find that Charlie was curled up on his couch, fast asleep, with the TV on.

As he gently shook her shoulder he commented, "Good thing I didn't tell you to make yourself at home, who knows what you would have done then."

As Charlie looked down at herself and remembered that she was dressed in his clothes she shot him a sheepish smile, "Sorry. I guess I should go change back into my own clothes."

"Don't worry about it," he told her. "Keep them. But you should get moving; Miles wanted me to tell you to get your ass down there now."

"Thanks," she said as she stood up from the couch.

"It's really not that big of a deal, those are practically worn out anyways," he mumbled.

"I didn't just mean for the clothes," she told him. "I know that there are a lot of ways that you would have rather spent last night than dealing with me when I'm drunk. So thanks."

He nodded, seeming uncharacteristically uncomfortable before he told her, "You should probably go. Miles didn't sound like he was in an overly patient mood."

A/N: Please read and review! A huge thanks goes out to sammxhill, JM2788, IceonFire7, LemonSupreme, neverthereb4, and Dark-Supernatural-Angel for reviewing last chapter :)