Author's note: SURPRISE! I thought it'd be REALLY FUN to write about our two girls' next girls' night. Just a tiny little chapter to make you smile.

ENJOY!


Chapter 9: Epilogue

"I'm gonna have to work out every day for a month to burn all the calories we're gonna take in tonight…" Traci mumbled, staring at the mountain of food covering the table.

Andy , who was sitting at the table with her feet plopped on the chair next to hers, let out a very unfeminine snort. "Come on, look at you! One night of pigging out won't hurt your gorgeous figure." She shook her head, sending her friend a dirty look. "You could eat an entire truck of fried chicken and still look like a goddess."

Traci threw her head back and laughed heartedly, dangerously waving her half full wine glass around. "Thanks for the ego booster, but I think you've already had too much to drink." She winked at her and took a large gulp from her glass.

Andy nearly chocked into her glass and shook her head. "You're the one to talk!" She pointed her finger accusingly at her. "You've got to stop refilling my glass when I'm not looking."

"Whatever." Traci climbed off the counter she'd been sitting on and moved her hips to the loud music, before opening the oven to peek at the cannellonis they'd made together. "This is looking INCREDIBLE!" She shouted happily.

"Yeah, well, it better be! I'm starving!" Andy groaned, her mouth watering as a wave of delicious smell filled her nostrils. These cannellonis had taken so much time to make; they'd drunk a whole bottle of wine BEFORE they'd even gotten it in the oven. "We'll never be able to eat all of it though… maybe we should invite someone with a good appetite." She added, giving her friend a large smile.

Traci snorted. "Who, Swarek?" She gave a loud laugh and threw her the hand towel she'd been waving around. "You two can't stay away for one small night?" she teased.

Andy caught the hand towel and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "No… I'm talking about Jerry."

"Pffff no way, I don't want him touching my cannellonis."

Andy stood up from her chair and skipped into her living room, where she grabbed her cell phone from the table. "I think I should give him a call, prepare him for later." She announced, holding her phone up.

Traci glared at her friend and shook her head. "You do that, and I'll hunt you down and kill you. I'm a cop, I know how to pull off the perfect murder." She gave her a threatening grimace. "They'll never find your body."

Right on cue, the phone started ringing, interrupting them. Ignoring her friend's threats, Andy smiled mischievously, waving the phone around. "Maybe that's him! Let's find out, shall we?" She opened the phone and held it to her ear, her eyes never leaving Traci's panicked face. "Hello, Jerry?" she answered in a sultry voice.

She heard the person on the line clean his throat. "I'm sorry, would you prefer to talk to Jerry? 'Cause he's standing in the next room if you want me to get him."

Andy giggled and shook her head, rolling her eyes at Traci, who was brandishing a small knife in her direction. "I'm just making fun of Traci. I'd much rather talk to you!" she turned around, slowly making her way around her apartment.

"I hope so. So are you girls having fun, yet?"

"LOADS of fun!" she shouted, taking a sip from her drink.

"You're drunk, aren't you." He stated, sounding a little amused.

"AM NOT!" she shrieked, waving her glass around. She turned around and looked at Traci, who looked like she'd chosen to drink straight from the bottle instead of using her glass. "Ok, maybe I'm a little drunk."

Sam chuckled. "It's ok to have fun, baby. Just try not to make yourself sick, alright? Remember what happened last time."

She snorted. "Everything's gonna be fine, don't worry about me. Was there something you needed, darling?"

"Nah, just wanted to hear your voice. And make sure you hadn't burned down your apartment."

"Aaaaw, Sam, you're so SWEET!"

"FOOD'S READY!" Traci called out in a loud, manly voice, as she took the large pan out of the oven.

"Was that Nash?" Sam chuckled.

"Yeah. I think she's drunker than I am." She told him, watching as her friend started working on plating their food. "Hey, would you men like to join us?"

"What? And break up your girls' night? I wouldn't dare." He mocked her.

She started jumping around, really liking her idea. "Come on, Sam! We've got enough food to feed an army AND we're a BLAST to be around. Plus, I'm gonna let you choose the first song I sing. You can't say no to that!"

"Food AND karaoke? I'M IN!" He absolutely HATED karaoke, but he'd never pass the chance to see Andy sing and dance.

"Cool! See you in a few!" She shut her cell phone and dropped it on her couch before joining Traci at the table. "I've got a surprise for you." She sang, winking at her friend before grabbing a long piece of garlic bread from the basket. "Sam's coming over, and he's bringing a friend with him."

"OH MY GOD, you invited Jerry?" Traci cried out, dropping her utensils with a loud bang. "Now, I definitely hate you."

Andy snorted and rolled her eyes at her, not believing her a second. "Come ON, you don't hate me. And I'm sure you were hoping for something like this to happen, or you would've never worn those jeans. You look HOT!" She expertly opened their second bottle of wine and poured a good amount in Traci's glass. "There, have a drink, it'll make you feel better."

She sighed. "I do look hot, don't I." Traci grabbed her glass and brought it to her lips, drinking it down quickly.

Ten minutes and a lot of laughter later, there was a knock at the door, announcing the men's arrival. They let themselves in, since the girls were too busy laughing and singing to the loud music coming from the small living room to hear them.

Sam and Jerry exchanged amused looks, before walking up to them. Sam put his hands on Andy's shoulders and bent down to give her a small peck on the cheek. "Hi!"

Andy looked up at him, giving her a dazzlingly large smile. "Hi! Take a seat, I'll fix you a plate!"

Sam padded her shoulders and shook his head. "Nah, we'll do it, you girls keep doing whatever you were doing." He went over to the counter and got him and Jerry a plate. They got themselves healthy portions of the mouth watering cannellonis and went back to the table with the girls. Sam sat down and grabbed the full bottle of red wine, shaking his head in disbelief when he saw the two empty bottles on the table. He raised his eyebrows at Jerry, who simply shrugged his shoulders and raised his empty glass to get some.

Sam poured his friend and himself some wine and then held up his glass to make a toast. "To great food, great wine, and even greater women!"

Jerry nodded his head and chuckled. "And, don't forget, to a memorable hangover tomorrow morning!" he added.

They all toasted, drank their wine and then dug happily in their food.

XXXXX

Andy let out a pained whimper as a sudden movement woke her from her dreamless sleep. She frowned deeply, trying to open her eyes against the painful pounding of her head. There was that movement again, making her whimper in pain. "Stop moving." She whined.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I've got to go to the bathroom, and you're lying on top of me." Sam whispered, gently stroking her hair.

She frowned and opened her eyes slowly. "What time is it?"

"It's almost eleven."

"I'm never drinking again." She mumbled, slowly lifting herself off Sam's chest and rolling on her back, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Sam chuckled softly, clearly not believing her, and stood up from the bed. Andy frowned as she realized they were both still fully clothed and had slept on top of the covers instead of under them. "What the hell happened last night?" She mumbled moodily. "I've got to stop doing this. Did I do anything stupid?"

"A couple." Sam answered, sounding way too amused for her liking.

Andy started massaging her temples, but stopped when images started coming back. "Wait. What happened to Traci? And Jerry? Did he take her home? You didn't let her drive, did you?" She gave him a worried look. "She was so drunk, I can't believe she never passed out."

Sam let out an amused chuckle and lifted his chin towards the living room. "Check out your couch."

She frowned and slowly stood up from the bed, gasping when she saw two pairs of feet sticking out from the end of her couch. She slowly padded towards it and looked over the back, quickly covering her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Jerry was lying on his back, his arms tightly wrapped around Traci, who was comfortably using him as a mattress. Both were still completely passed out, unaware of the position they were in.

Andy lifted her head up to look at Sam, who was grinning widely. He waved his hand at her. "Come on." He whispered, asking her to follow him in the bathroom. He shut the door behind them and leaned back against the sink, bringing her to stand between his legs. "Hi." He whispered softly, tucking her hair behind her ears. "How's your head?"

Andy grimaced and leaned against him, tucking her head under his chin. "It's bearable. How's yours?"

Sam chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Sorry, but I didn't had as much to drink as you did. AND I know where my limits are."

Andy lifted her head off his chest, pouting. "Don't make fun of me, Swarek."

Sam shook his head, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm not making fun of you." He assured her. "Hey, it's not all bad. You were pretty funny last night." He told her, giving her a small teasing smile.

She raised her eyebrows. "I was? I didn't do anything absolutely horrifying, like call another man's name while you were kissing me?"

"No." He sighed, his face turning from teasing to dead serious. "But there was one thing."

She gasped. "WHAT?" she asked, starting to panic. "Oh my God, Sam, what did I do?"

"You… sang" He snorted. "You're the worst singer I've ever heard." He told her, shying away from her as she hit his chest.

THE END