Hours later, In Your Bed

When you finally regain consciousness, you notice three things: you are now lying in bed, it must be nighttime as the room is quite dark, and you have a massive headache. You groan in pain as you try to move your head from side to side. What in the hell happened?

"Hey." A soft voice to your left says and a gentle hand lands on your shoulder. You can feel the skin-to-skin contact on your apparently bare shoulder. You slowly and painfully turn to face the voice. Melody is lying in bed next to you and she sits up so she can check on you. The sheets fall off of her chest and land around her waist. You notice that she is currently topless. You get a good eyeful before immediately turning your head back forward to stare at the ceiling in embarrassment. This causes you a great deal of pain as well. "How are you feeling?" She asks, nonchalant about her current state of undress.

"Uh...okay, I guess?" You say. You have quite a few questions and wish you could remember how this situation came to be. "My head and throat hurt, though, and my mouth feels like cotton."

"That's to be expected. But you're fine otherwise?"

"Yeah, I think so." You nod slowly.

"That's good." She sighs in relief. "You gave me a scare, you know."

"What happened?" You ask finally. "Why are you half-naked?" This causes you to realize something else. "...And why am I fully naked?"

"Actually, I am fully naked too." Melody corrected you. "And that's because you threw up all over the bathroom. And yourself. And me."

"What?" You ask. You are vaguely starting to recall the earlier events.

"Yeah, I got it all cleaned up, but our clothes were pretty much unwearable at that point. You passed out after going on your vomiting streak and I wanted to keep an eye on you, but I didn't know if you would hurl again so I thought it would be easier if, you know, we just stayed in the buff."

"Oh God." You cover your eyes. "I did puke everywhere, didn't I?" Your naked friend nods in acknowledgement. "I am so sorry, Melody. I can't believe you had to clean up that mess I made."

"It's okay." She assures you. "I kinda deserved it."

"Huh?" You ask in confusion, dropping your hand from your face.

"Well, I may or may not have **** you to drink to the point of near **** poisoning." She gives you a sheepish look. "When you passed out, I got the on-site resort physician to brave the weather and come out to check on you. He said you would be okay, but that you definitely drank way more than you should have." She played with the hem of the satin sheets subconsciously. "I believe the phrase he used was 'your blood-**** level turned into an ****-blood level'."

"Why did I drink so much?" You wrack your brain for answers.

"You don't....remember?" Melody asks cautiously. She looks at you nervously.

"I think we were playing a drinking game or something like that." You respond, trying to make sense of the hazy images in your mind. "I must not have been winning very often."

"Well, I kinda skewed the rules a bit." She rubbed the back of her neck. She was starting to blush and get more uncomfortable, and as a result she laid back down and covered herself up with sheets to the neck. You miss being able to steal sideways glances at her magnificent breasts, but you are glad you can turn to face her again. "You shouldn't have had to drink as much as I made you. Hence the guilty conscience." She shifted nervously and took a deep breath. "Do....do you remember what we were talking about? Or what I was...I mean what was going on when you got sick?"