...oh. [he picked up the painkillers, processing what she said. He'd been unable to put his pants on right? He must've been really messed up...he glanced at the glasses beside the bed and started to remember what he'd been drinking at least...that sap stuff must have done it. He sat up slowly, still feeling awful as he swallowed the pills. He kind if wanted to put his pants on but with how crappy he felt, he figured why bother...it's not like she didn't see him in shorts pretty often. He really didn't want to stand up right now]

[so instead he sat there and tried to remember what happened and why Faye might be so mad about it. Had they done something she really wanted him to remember?....with him being underdressed in her bed and waking up the way he did, he started to worry a little. He felt too embarrassed to ask Faye what happened, though. He remembered her saying that since he could handle alcohol better she'd make sure things didn't get out of hand when they drank...it'd sound like he didn't trust her if he started asking questions like that]

Thanks... [he belatedly thanked her for the painkillers, hoping they'd take effect soon]