Tentatively re-opening them again a few minutes later, he made to shakily get out of bed.

Instantly his head started pounding. Yep, the dwarves had set up their mining operation in his frontal lobes again.

'Morning Sunshine.' Stef quipped merrily as Brian stumbled out into the hallway, one hand fumbling along the wall to aid his progress the other clutching his head theatrically.

'Sod off, I've got the bloody seven dwarves prancing through my head.'

'And which one are you this morning my lovely?

In reply Brian just stuck up the middle finger of the hand that was holding his head..

'Oooooh, I see, 'Obnoxious'.'

'Fuck off.' Brian growled and added his index finger to the equation.

'And 'Eloquence' as well I. My, my it is quite an orgy you've got going on in there isn't it?'

'If you don't fucking shut up I am going to shove my entire fucking fist up your fucking arse Olsdal.'

Brian parted his fingers and risked a peek, 'How come you're so chirpy this morning anyway. You had just as much to drink as the rest of us.'

'Because Bri-pie dearest I had the forethought to drinks lots of water and take a painkiller before I went to bed last night.'

'Fuck off.' Brian muttered again and ignoring Stef continued his somewhat unsteady progress down the hall.

Going into the lounge he was greeted by the sight of Steve just stirring from where he had passed out on Brian's sofa.

'Morning.' Brian greeted him as he opened his eyes, lifted his head and then let it fall back down again.

'Oh fuckkkkk, I am never drinking ever again.'

'Yeah, yeah.' Brian said not convinced. Even in such a disheveled state Steve still looked adorable.

'Anybody remember what I did last night?' he enquired, a slight note of hesitancy in his voice, 'because the last thing I know, I was talking…'

'To Jenny from 'Nuclear Pussy'…' Brian supplied helpfully, not quite ready to relinquish his hold on the wall just yet.

'And then I …'

'Stuck your tongue down her throat…' Stef chipped in.

'And then…and then it's all gets a bit blurry…Did I, did I…' Steve peered down at his trousers, looking to see if there was any telltale sign of what he thought he might have done.

'Pass out?' Brian said.

'Throw up in the back of the cab?' Stef supplied.

'Yeah…so I didn't?'

'No, you didn't.'

'Thank fuck for that.' Steve levered himself up and sat on the edge of the sofa swaying slightly for a while before he turned an interesting shade of green and clamping his hand over his mouth made a bolt for the bathroom.

'Oh dear, I think he didn't quite make it in time.' Stef gleefully informed Brian as sounds of heavy retching floated back down the hall.

'Well if he thinks I'm clearing it up he's got another think coming.' Brain wearily flopped down on the recently vacated sofa and resumed with the head clutching. 'You. Coffee. Make. Now.' He instructed Stefan, each word punctuated with a jab to the air in front of him.

'Ooohhhhhh.' Brian moaned once more. Why did he keep doing this to himself?

A/N: 'Nuclear Pussy' is what Brian so affectionately referred to 'Atomic Kitten' as on a recent episode of 'Never Mind the Buzzcocks' (a U.K. music quiz show type thingy…) and seeing how both groups are signed to Virgin the chances are that they might possibly stumble across each other at a company bash at some point.

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More to come but in the meantime…