Robyn raised a hand to her head as she sat up. She opened her eyes slowly as she tried to get them to adjust to the light. Hearing a grown beside her she fumbled for the name of the person she thought had made it.

"Todd?" She said at last.

Kit rolled onto his back, his eyes wide open, "Who's Todd?"

Realising that she was in a strange bed, Robyn looked down at her fiancé. "When did I get here? When did you get here?"

"Some time this morning, we came back together. So who's Todd?"

"Todd, you know, Todd Schultz. From the Jerry Springer show, Lily grabbed him and kicked him in the head. We'd been fighting, she knocked me out. What did she do to Jerry?"

Kit burst out laughing as he finally made sense of what Robyn was saying. She was looking at him strangely and he calmed himself down.

"I think you need to stay off the Whisky, Robs. It does funny things to your head. That must have been some dream!" Kit exclaimed but quieted when Robyn still looked at him as though she were totally lost, "You really don't remember do you?"

Robyn shook her head gently, mindful of her headache. "Remember what? I'm sure I was there though, on the Jerry Springer show. It seemed so real."

"We went out last night, in Greentown. We went to that new nightclub they've opened there, Groucho's. Tobias and Salonen went with us and they watched as me and you danced and had a good time. You were really putting them down last night, I think I was too. You're a bad influence on me."

"Me a bad influence on you? I was a good girl before I met you." Robyn replied before noticing Kit's bruised knuckles on both hands, "What happened there?"

Kit raised his hands so he could look at them from where he was still laying, "Some guy was really getting heavy on you, flirting with you and the minute I turned my back he wrote his phone number on your tits."

"He didn't, did he? Not that I remember anything." Robyn said before she looked down and saw smudged marker pen smeared across her chest. "I don't believe it!"

"Neither did I. I turned round and belted him one, or at least tried. My aim was a little off and I think I hit Tobias instead so he'll have a fat lip this morning. I threw another punch and got him that time. The bouncers came into the fight when he went to punch me back and threw us all out. Salonen knocked your phantom tit tagger out and they brought us back here. I can't believe you don't remember."

"Where is here?"

Kit sat up and realised that he and Robyn were top and tail in the bed. He smiled and gestured their situation, she realised as well and laid back down.

Closing her eyes she smiled, "Now I remember that part. We asked Kathleen if we could stay overnight the other day when we knew we were coming here. I take it we must have fallen asleep downstairs."

"Yeah and muscled boy blue tucked us up in bed. I'm not sure what the amount you had to drink did to you but I know what it's done to me."

Robyn felt the bed shift slightly as he reached out under the duvet and clasped her hand in his. He was giggling softly as he led her hand to the place between his legs, her searching fingers brushing its hardness.

The couple was interrupted by hand knocking loudly on the door and a muffled voice saying something about breakfast. Sitting up they looked at each other and moaned as they got out of bed.

Muscled boy blue had muscled in on their fun once again.

Kit grabbed Robyn's arm before she pulled open the door, "Are you sure he's not psychic?" he whispered, mirth in his tone.

Robyn nodded as she opened the door a crack and peered through it. Sportacus had already headed back downstairs. She knew he'd be up again soon though and would carry them down if he had to. Kit knew this as well and he winked at Robyn as he thought of a marvellous way to wind up his favourite target.

Tobias turned his head towards the direction of the stairs, an ice pack held to his lip as he heard the sound of footsteps on the landing and the squeaking of the stairs as someone climbed down. He turned back to nod a thank you to Kathleen who had placed a hot cup of tea down on the table in front of him.

He managed to avoid the sight that Kathleen got an eyeful of.

Kathleen squealed with laughter as she covered her eyes and turned away quickly, the noise made Sportacus turn around from his occupation preparing breakfast for everyone and he dropped the butter knife in his hands with shock.