...Did I tell you about it's after affects?

Who?: Keith and Kyla (although there were other people there they
weren't in any state to participate.)
Where?: Parrot's
When?: When king Pukey ruled the world
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"Keith?" Kyla said again.
"Kyla?"
"I think I'd like to stop spinning now."
Then she rolled over and threw up. Jackson Pollock would've loved it.
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"Oh, what! Now we're, like, lying in a pool of puke! Man that's bad
stuff!" Keith groaned as the all-invading smell of vomit filled his
nose.
"*Bleurgh!*" Agreed Kyla.
"Come on, we've both had enough." Keith got up and leaned on a stool,
then offered a hand.
"I would... try to get up, but I seem to have, far too many legsss..."
Said Kyla, trying to get up anyway. She slipped on her own alcoholic
vomit and landed arse-first in it.
Between them they managed to haul each other off the floor and
stagger out of the bar, each one relying on the other to afford
balance and direction. By a long and winding progress they somehow
managed to find Keith's quarters.
"How, like, in the name of the mother of monkies did we end up back
here?"
"I dunno... but I'm buggered if 'm gonna try to find my way back to
my place on my own..."
"Tell ya wot," Keith pronounced "I'll, like, go and scrounge some
quilts and stuff from the stores and kip in th' shower cubicle so you
can crash in m' bed, 'ows tha' sound to you?"
"You really are too kind Keith, I've said it before and I'll prob'ly
say it again..."
"It's as any Gentleman 'd do."
Keith helped Kyla into bed and threw the quilt over her, then
embarked on his solo quest to find his own bedding.
By the time he returned Kyla was snoring gently. Keith wirrals who
had previously slept just about anywhere now slept cocooned in a
shower for the very first time...
<and tag>
Gavin "kip in th' shower" Branson