Disclaimer: As always the usual disclaimer, I do not own the TV show Primeval or its characters.

Chapter Summary: It's the next morning and Jess wakes up wishing she hadn't had so much to drink last night. Also Abby and Connor start planning their wedding :)

Chapter Length: 1326

Author's Note: First, I cannot believe how many people have read this already; I was honestly not expecting anyone to read this. Secondly, thank you so much to the people who have taken the time to review the story, it means a lot. And last but not least, a massive thanks to those who have followed the story. It's fantastic to know there are people who enjoyed it that much, plus knowing you guys are waiting for an update makes me write much faster than I normally would. With that said enjoy this chapter X

Open Mic Nights

Chapter 3 – Wedding Plans

The next morning, Jess woke up with a headache and a sick feeling in her stomach. Groaning as the light streaming in her window hit her face, Jess realised it wasn't going to be a very productive day. Ugh, Becker was right, that was a lot to drink. The moment she thought his name her actions from the night before started coming back to her. She remembered how she threw herself at him when he arrived. How she sat so close to him in their booth that she was practically on top of him. How she kept looking at him while she sung; and to make it worse she was singing about taking a chance on a relationship. She remembered tripping down the stairs and landing on top of him. How she stared at him so intently that he had to push her away. Finally, she remembered how she babbled awkwardly to try and defuse the tension she had caused.

Rolling onto her other side, Jess pulled the doona over her head, trying to hide from the memories of last night. She couldn't believe all of that had actually happened. Had she really made such a fool out of herself? Maybe it was all just a bad dream, maybe I'll see him Monday morning and find out that he hadn't even come and I dreamt the entire thing.

A knock sounded at her bedroom door, followed by Abby's voice asking if she was up. When Jess didn't reply Abby opened the door to see if she was awake.

"Hey, I thought you might need this." Abby handed Jess a glass of water and two paracetamol tablets.

"Thanks." Jess took the tablets and then lay back down.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I drank too much last night; my head hurts and I feel sick to my stomach, but apparently I didn't drink enough to affect my memory. Please tell me it wasn't as bad as I think it was."

"What do you mean?"

"Last night, after Becker got there, I started acting like an idiot. First I throw myself at him, and then I sit so close to him I may as well have been sitting in his lap, and it only got worse from there."

"How so?"

"Well there was the tripping down the stairs and landing on him incident. Then I just stood there against him and stared at him for so long he had to push me away. Naturally after that I was so embarrassed I started rambling like I always do when I'm nervous. You don't even want to know what I did while I was on stage."

"Jess, this isn't nearly as bad as you think it is. For one thing that booth was small and we all had to sit pretty close together; and by the time he got there you were pretty drunk, he probably just thought it was the alcohol making you act out of character. Same goes for the stuff by the stage. As for while you were on stage, I can't tell you if it's as bad as you think it was if I don't know what happened."

"I kept looking at him as I sung, and I don't mean I glanced at him to see what he thought of my voice. No, I mean I met his eyes and held his gaze as I sung a sizeable portion of the song. To make it worse I did it three times."

"Oh. Honestly Jess, he probably didn't even notice, he can be fairly dense. Knowing him—even if he did notice—he won't say anything unless you do."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"Come on, why don't you get up, Connor's made breakfast. And by made, I mean he made it back from the bakery without eating everything on the way."

Jess laughed. "Okay, I'll be out soon; I just wanna have a shower first."

"Kay," Abby left Jess to get ready.

Jess pulled herself from the bed, gathered her clothes and towel, and then went down the hall to the bathroom. Turning on the ventilation system, Jess turned the shower up high and stepped in. As the hot water ran down her body she thought about what Abby had said. She was right, Jess was probably making too big of a deal out of this. She'd had a lot to drink by the time Becker arrived, and she's a friendly person naturally, with alcohol in her system that gets taken to a whole new level; and the booth was small, surly the others were all sitting as close to each other as she had been to Becker. As for what happened while she was singing, he probably didn't even notice she was looking at him; and like Abby said, even if he did he wouldn't say anything to her about it.

Fifteen minutes later Jess was feeling better about everything. Throwing the wet towel into the hamper she went to join Abby and Connor. Jess found them on the couch in the lounge room with a bakery box on the coffee table in front of them. Grabbing an apple turnover out of the box Jess sat down on the arm chair across from her flatmates.

"What are you guys doing?" Jess asked, taking a bite out of her pastry.

"Connor and I decided it's time we started making plans for the wedding."

"Ooh I love weddings, have you decided on anything?"

"Only on the wedding party, and that's only because we figured they can help us plan the rest of it. Turns out neither of us knows what we're doing when it comes to this stuff."

"Well I know why I'm not any good at this, but I thought girls started planning this stuff when they were little."

"Do I look like the type of girl that's been planning her wedding since she was five?"

"Well, no, I guess that's more of a girly thing."

"Oh, so I'm not girly?"

Jess laughed at the two of them, they had these types of arguments often but you could always tell that neither of them actually meant anything by it.

"Why don't you tell Jess what you decided," Connor said, knowing there was no way for him to come out of this fight on top. Abby smiled at him before turning to Jess.

"Well, I was hoping that you'd be my maid of honour."

"Ohmigod! Yes!" Jess shrieked, throwing her arms around Abby.

"Geez Jess, you'd think she'd just proposed to you." Connor laughed.

"I told you I love weddings. This'll be so fun, I can help you pick your dress, the cake, the flowers, everything."

"That's why I picked you."

Jess tried not to let her face fall at the thought of being chosen because of her organisational skills.

"That, and because when I think of the people closest to me yours is the first name—other than Connor's—that comes to mind."

"Really?"

"Of course. Jess, you took us in for what was only meant to be a couple of weeks, and here we are months later and you haven't tried to get rid of us once."

"Aw, you guys are gonna make me cry. So who else did you pick?"

"Well, we decided to keep it small since neither of us have many friends outside the ARC, or much family. I was going to ask Emily to be my other bridesmaid and just have the two of you."

"And I was going to ask Matt to be my groomsman."

"What about your best man?"

"Well, I was thinking about asking Becker. That won't be a problem will it? I know how you feel about him."

Jess was touched that Connor was so concerned about her. "Are you kidding? He'll have to spend heaps of time with me doing stuff for the wedding, I'll have a ball."

Abby and Connor laughed at how excited she was.