As Five handed him the cup of coffee, she admonished, "Numbuh Five can't believe you went drinkin' last night without her."

One took the cup gratefully, wincing from the headache pounding through his head wildly. From the bathroom on the other side of the living room came a whole new set of gagging noises. Three was leaning on the wall outside the bathroom, holding another cup of black liquid caffeine. Whenever Four was finally finished with his newest bout of upset stomach, he'd be dosed and sent to sit on the couch with the rest of the boys. Or rather, with One, as Two was stretched out on a couch of his own, sleeping deeply and drooling slightly on the cushion.

"Why does he get to sleep through his hangover?" One muttered, irritated, as he took another sip. Five shook her head, rolling her eyes.

"I'm jus' glad I don't have to take care of another o' your sorry asses," she sighed, plopping down onto the unoccupied loveseat. "'Cause I'm not appreciatin' being left out of the fun and then cleanin' y'all up." She frowned at him, and he shook his head – a mistake.

"You didn't miss anything, Five," One said shortly, clutching his head. "Absolutely nothing of interest."