The events of the previous night rise to the surface of your mind like so many cooked potatos. There was some tequila at a bar after work, which saw you entangled with someone’s after party that somehow lead to a circus, then there was some gin, and some gin got in your gin, followed by a sports bar, some scotch got in your gin, a souvlaki at an all night kiosk, and…Miss Henry. Followed by a lime milkshake and the Rites of Heegurkurkur.
a. Swim to the edge of the bed, find your clothes, and GTFO!
b. Sit there grinning like a top square school kid who just won the spelling bee.
c. I’d really like a crocodile steak.