It’s dark. Aggie opens her eyes to blackness and takes a deep breath. She rolls over and sees a body lying in the bed beside her. She gasps. He moves. It all comes flooding back to her, now. The endless jugs of margaritas… dancing on the table to Lionel Richie… and now here they are together in bed. Great

The shit is going to hit the fan when everyone hears about this.

As quiet as humanly possible, Aggie slips from under the tangled covers and tiptoes out into the hallway. She needs something to drink. Her head is spinning.

Pale sunlight streaks the kitchen floor as Aggie stops in front of the fridge. She pulls out the orange juice, she moves a tub of yoghurt, looking for yesterday’s pizza. She hears footsteps, and slams the fridge door to reveal Josh, standing there in Yosemite Sam boxer shorts and not much more.

This is the worst nightmare I’ve ever had, she thinks. Josh is looking nervous, biting his lip.