Her laughter wasn't helping him any. He was flustered and out of sorts and it was not nearly as funny as she seemed to think it was. "I'll uh— yeah. He composed himself to get around the maze of clothing littering the floor and into the adjoining washroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Nemo poured some cold water in the basin and splashed some on his face. What in the name of Merlin's beard was happening right now. All he could feel was the wine in his veins and the weird itch in his palms. The room was also spinning a little. That was probably not good either.

Forcing himself to calm down, Nemo dried off his face and rolled up his sleeves. No more wine. That was the first thing. Once Penny crawled into the bed, he could resume his position on the uncomfortable couch and hopefully, once sobered up in the morning, they could go home and hopefully not have ruined anything between them.