The first thing Olivia becomes aware of as she wakes is the pain. It's pulsating behind her eyes and is wrapped around her head like a vice. She hasn't felt this bad after a night out since her days at university. She is terribly hungover. If the throbbing pain in her head wasn't evidence enough, the taste of tequila in her mouth confirms it.

Oh dear; this is bad.

Slowly, she opens one eye. She's on her sofa; she must have been so drunk that she hadn't even been able to make it up the stairs to bed.

Classy Olivia, very classy!

Surveying what she can see of the living room, with the limited range of movement he head will allow, she sees an half empty bottle of tequila on the coffee table and two shot glasses.

Two glasses? Did I bring someone home?

Just contemplating what might have taken place, makes her head throb even more, so she decides to ignore it for now and allows herself to drift off to sleep; perhaps her dreams will shed some light on what exactly she had done last night.

Her dreams do indeed provide an insight into the events of Fin's birthday party, but they are very fragmented.

They'd all gone to the bar after work… The drinks had flown quite freely… Someone… possibly Amanda… had suggested tequila… and ten minutes later a full bottle had appeared on the table, along with a shot glass for everyone.

"Does it have to be shots?" Olivia had said. "Can I not have a Tequila Sunrise or something?"

"Liv, you do not ruin a fine tequila by mixing it with orange juice," Amanda had replied, as she filled everyone's glasses. She'd looked to Peter for help, but he'd just thrown her a helpless look. Hell, even Sonny had been being coerced.

When everyone had a drink, Amanda had raised her glass. "To Fin"

"To Fin," Liv had echoed. She'd knocked back the tequila and come up sputtering, having forgotten how strong it could be. Peter had passed her a wedge of lime, which she had gratefully sucked on.

The next thing that comes to her is Fin and Sonny piling Amanda into a taxi, after she'd almost passed out on the dance floor. Mel and Nick had also made their excuses, leaving Peter and Olivia alone and quite drunk.

"They've left the tequila," Liv had pointed out.

"We could always finish it," Peter had suggested. "It would be a shame to waste it."

"Peter there's over half a bottle there. We'd be paralytic if we drank all that. We'd be lucky to make it home."

"We could always go; continue this at my place?" Olivia hadn't even thought before answering. "Mine is closer."

In Olivia's living room they'd sat on her sofa, closer than they've ever been. Olivia must have been very drunk by this point because she remembers asking Peter if he'd ever done body shots!

Peter had looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. "Body shots?"

"Yeh." She'd tried to find the words to explain what they were but hadn't been able to. "Here, let me show you." Olivia had given him a piece of lime and told him to hold it between his teeth.

She'd started off somewhere tame, licking the salt from the back of his hand, downing her tequila and then sucking on the lime while it was still in Peter's mouth.

"That's an… interesting way to drink tequila," he'd commented before replicating her movements to take his own shot.

"Y'know," Olivia had heard herself saying, "the salt doesn't have to be licked from just the hand…"

The next thing Olivia is aware of is a phone beeping; it's her alarm. She lies there willing herself to move to switch it off but she can't quite summon up the energy to move. There is movement behind her and suddenly the noise stops.

"Thanks Peter."

Then she remembers her dream and everything comes back with startling clarity. The last thing she remembers is lying on top of Peter, snogging like a couple of teenagers, the tequila, salt and limes discarded. Then it's just blackness.

Did we have sex?

She looks down and checks her appearance. She is still wearing her top but her bra is undone. The zip on her jeans is down, but her underwear still intact.

"Relax." Olivia jumps at the sound of Peter's voice

She turns to face him, conscious that she is probably blushing like a school girl. "P-pardon?"

"We didn't do anything… well not that anyway."

Olivia sighs in relief before realising how that must appear to Peter.

"I mean… it's not that I don't want… I just… oh screw it! Sorry."

Peter chuckles. "It's okay. I understand. Well, at least I hope I do." Olivia raises an eyebrow. "I too am glad we didn't have sex last night, because the state we were in, we wouldn't remember a thing and I very much want to remember every single second of it."

As he leans down to kiss her to punctuate his point, she forgets about her morning breath and her hangover and is suddenly very, very grateful for Amanda for buying and then forgetting that bottle of tequila.

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