By Monday, Amy was more miserable than ever. The crew returned from a delivery to hear raised voices in the employee lounge, and they hung back nervously at the door, careful not to set off the sensors. Even so, the conversation was pretty hard to miss.

"I loved you. Didn't that mean anything to you?"

"Please, Kiffy, I'm so sorry . .. I don't know what happened! Just give me a chance to make it right!"

Kif sniffed. His voice wobbled. "I'm sorry, Amy. I can't. The trust is gone."

He backed out of the room so quickly he ran into the crew. He hurried past them, avoiding their eyes.

When he had gone the crew huddled around Amy, who was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the black tv screen.

Leela cleared her throat awkwardly. "I'm so sorry, Amy." She paused. "Do you want some ice-cream? A few tubs of ice-cream can really help."

Amy sniffed. "Can you fry them in butter?"

"Uh . . . sure, honey."

Fry, who had been watching Amy in silence, stood up suddenly.

"I know something better than butter," he said. "C'mon everyone. We're cheering Amy up!"

Amy's lip wobbled uncertainly. "I dunno . . ."

Fry squeezed her shoulder. "Trust me. This is exactly where you want to be right now."

It turned out that where Amy wanted to be was O'Zorgnax's bar.

Leela hadn't been there since . . . since she got married, actually. The bar was kind of a dive.

It hadn't changed much.

They had found a table at the back easily enough, and were now downing tequila at an unholy rate. Leela had a backlog of six shots lined up in front of her, which she wasn't too keen on touching. They looked a little scummy. But in truth, she was too distracted anyway.

Bender, as usual, swallowed shots like a vending machine swallows coins, but Fry and Amy were matching him shot for shot.

Amy burped, and somehow even managed to make that sound cute.

"I drink I'm lunk, Fry . . ."

Fry waved a hand dismissively. "Nah . . . more tequila!"

Leela frowned. "I think she's had enough."

Fry opened his mouth to argue, and then seemed to think better of it. "Fine. You're the boss! Let's dance!"

"Ooops!" Amy giggled as he swept her off her feet and promptly fell over with her. He struggled upwards a moment later and tugged her in the direction of the dancefloor, which wasn't really used as such for anything but karaoke nights.

The barman delivered another round of drinks while Leela was still staring. Now she switched her stare to him.

"We didn't order-"

"Thanks!" Fry yelled from the other side of the bar, and she fell silent, fuming. This was ridiculous.

The barman tucked the tray under his arm and fixed his gaze on Bender.

"Watch your friend," he snapped. "He goes to sleep on my pool table again and he's out, got it? The drool messes up my baize."

Bender shrugged. "Hey, I'm not his keeper."

"Yeah, well, he sure as hell ain't my problem, buddy. I got no problem tossing him in an alley."

"Hey, hey," Leela interrupted. "Calm down, guys. Bender, stop being so childish and keep an eye on Fry. Someone has to, for god's sake." Bender subsided into a grumpy muttering that was neither yes nor no, and Leela turned to the barman. She gestured towards Fry. "He's an idiot, but he's harmless, really. I don't know what's gotten into him tonight. We'll put a cap on it."

The barman snorted. "Lady, he don't know how to put a cap on it and I'm sick of stitching him up." He softened a little at her expression. "He's a nice enough kid but I ain't no babysitter."

Leela frowned. "He gets like this a lot?"

"The whole damn time. Hung up on some broad, probably - they all are. I'd keep your girlfriend away, if I was you."

They were interrupted by the sound of Amy vomiting spectacularly all over the floor.

At least it had sobered her up, Leela thought later, watching her as they sat sipping virgin Bloody Marys at their table again. The only problem was that sobriety had brought back her weepiness.

"I'll never have a love like that again! We were like Jack and Rose, like, like . . ." At this point she burst into tears again.

Fry, meanwhile, had fallen asleep with his cheek pressed against the table. He was snoring like a child.

Leela took a large gulp of her drink and kicked him under the table. He jerked awake immediately.

"Bender . . ." he groaned. "No fair . . ."

"Not me, buddy."

Fry rubbed his eyes blearily. "Yeah, right," he murmured.

"I'll never love again," Amy hiccupped beside him. "I know it! I'll be . .. undateable. Am I undateable? I am, aren't I? I'm undateable!"

Fry gave her a clumsy, one-armed hug. "You're not undateable. I'd date you like a . . . like a . . . zap-zap . . . bang-bang . . . thing . . ."

Amy smiled tremulously. "Like a shot?"

"Yeah, tha's it. Like a shot." He patted the table comfortingly, a few inches away from her hand, and began to fall forwards again.

"That's it," Leela huffed. "He's going home, right this minute. Come on, Fry."

She hauled him up with the help of Amy, who had quailed under her glare but was still defiantly sobbing into Fry's shoulder. Bender pulled Leela's tray of untouched drinks towards him.

"See ya, meatbags!"