Hangover
by Bryn
EMAIL: bambam126@hotmail.com
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: D/J romance, humor
SPOILERS: none
SEASON/SEQUEL: Sequel to Sobriety Test. If you haven't read it, it's at the
D/J archive.
SUMMARY: Janet had way to much tequila... but it was worth it.
DISCLAIMER: nothing belongs to me! please don't sue me! and if you're
thinking about it... bite me!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to Kat!!! You're awesome!
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Hangover
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The next thing I know I’m waking up in my bed with a huge hangover. It
takes me a second to realize it is the doorbell that woke me and another
second to realize that whoever is there isn’t going away. I clumsily make
it out of my bed and to the door. I open it to find myself face to face
with Daniel. Everything that happened last night suddenly comes rushing
back to me and I do the only thing I can think of: I slam the door shut in
his face.
“Good morning to you too, Janet,” Daniel’s voice calls through the door.
“Uh…” I may not be drunk any longer, but it doesn’t mean I’m any more
coherent.
“Janet?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you open the door?”
“Why?”
“I want to talk to you.”
“Um, that’s ok, really.”
“Janet, we have a date tonight, you’re going to have to talk to me
sometime."
I open the door. “A what?”
“A date,” Daniel smiles and hands me a cup of coffee. “You do remember last
night, don’t you?”
“Mostly.” I cringe but take the coffee and step aside to let him in. “I
can’t remember how I got home though.”
“Got a hangover?”
“Oh yeah.” Wincing at the bright light from outside, I close the door and
go lay down on the couch. Standing just takes too much effort.
“Not surprising considering how much you had to drink,” Daniel says.
“Well it seemed like a good idea at the time,” I mumble, while trying to
bury myself in the pillows and wish Daniel would just go away. Hadn’t I
embarrassed myself enough last night?
“I’m not complaining, I’m glad you got drunk.”
“Thanks.”
Daniel’s quiet for a moment. I look up to find him staring at me with a
little smile on his face.
“What are you smiling at?”
“You’re a lot of fun when you’re wasted.”
I review the previous night in my head, trying to figure out why the word
‘wasted’ is bugging me. For some reason it sounds familiar even though I
don’t think I’ve heard it in years. Suddenly the last thing I remember
Daniel saying to me comes blaring into my head and I sit bolt upright,
despite the mind-numbing pain that accompanies the movement.
“What do you mean Sam said you’d have to get me totally wasted?” I blurt
out, invoking even more protests from my throbbing head. “You planned
this?”
Daniel avoids my eyes, looking amused and slightly embarrassed at the same
time. “Well… uh... sort of. It was Sam’s idea, though.”
I give him a none too pleasant look, which in my current state is very easy.
“Care to explain?”
“Yeah, I probably should,” Daniel says, without great confidence, as he sits
down on the chair across from me. “I overheard what you were saying to Sam
last week in the commissary.”
“Daniel, I can barely remember what I said last night, let alone last week,”
I complain.
“You were talking about me.”
That definitely gets my attention. I quickly review all the numerous
conversations I’ve had with Sam concerning Daniel, but can’t figure out
which one he’s referring to. I pray it wasn’t the Jacuzzi dream one. Well,
only one way to find out, I suppose. “And?” I prompt him.
“And it got me thinking.”
“Thinking about?”
“You. Me. A lot of things.” He pauses and looks down at his hands with
that oh-so-cute nervous expression.
This conversation is taking forever and I seriously don’t think I have that
much longer until my head explodes. “Daniel, if this story has a point, can
we get to it?”
“Uh, sure… I went to see Sam and she helped me. Well, I’m not sure if
‘helped’ is really the correct word. At first she just laughed
uncontrollably. When she calmed down though, we discussed a lot of things.”
“How does any of this have anything to do with getting me drunk?”
“Well that was Sam’s ‘solution.’ She said you’d never admit your feelings
to me unless we got you drunk. I made the offhand comment that it probably
wouldn’t take very much and somehow it turned into a bet.”
“You bet on getting me drunk?” I shake my head in disbelief, which of course
hurts. All I wanted was for Daniel to notice me, but somehow this isn’t
what I had hoped for. This is all Sam’s fault. I must remember to cause
her excruciating pain next time I see her. “So did you win?”
“Not the bet, no. Sam was right, you can hold a lot more liquor than I
would have guessed.” Daniel smiles shyly. “But I think I won in the long
run.”
“Huh?”
“We have a date tonight.”
“Daniel, you’re not joking with me here, are you? ‘Cause joking with
someone who’s got a really bad hangover just isn’t nice.”
“No Janet, I’m not joking.” Daniel smiles at me. I melt. Yes, I admit it,
I’m weak, but have you *seen* that smile? “I’d better get going, so you can
get back to sleep. I’ll pick you up at 7,” he says as he stands and starts
for the door.
“Wait. Daniel, where are we going?”
“A nice little Italian restaurant Kat told me about.”
“Kat?”
“The waitress at the club last night. You know, the one you kept shooting
dirty looks at?”
“Oh. Is that what she whispered to you?”
“No. That was her telling me it wasn’t gentlemanly to let a lady get drunk
over me. She told me about the restaurant when she saw us leaving
together.” He leans over and kisses me on the cheek, then leaves.
Yep, this was definitely worth having a hangover for.
the end...
Copyright Bryn Moser 2000
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