Dan wakes up with a throbbing headache. How much did he drink last night?
Phil also wakes up with a headache, but goes away after a cup of coffee. Dan stumbles out into the kitchen holding his head, "Moring Dan," Phil says.
"Shhh," Dan says putting his index finger up to his lips.
"You okay," Phil whispers.
"Headache," Dan replies, "Can we turn off, like, the lights?"
"Sure I guess, do you want some coffee or some painkillers?" Phil asks, turning off the lights.
"Both thank you," Dan says.
Phil hands Dan coffee and painkillers and asks him a question, "So, do you remember anything from last night?"
"Alcohol, I definitely remember alcohol," Dan replies.
"Well... you aren't wrong," Phil says.
"You sound weird, did something happen last night?" Dan asks. Phil sits on the couch drinking his coffee.
"Phil," Dan says persistently, "did something happen last night I should know about?"
"Maybe not, I don't know, "Phil replies, not sure of what to say. Should he tell Dan about last night? Dan was drunk and wasn't thinking straight, but he could have been telling the truth.
"Philip, I swear to God, what happened last night?!" Dan says angrily.
"I wasn't supposed to know, so if I tell you then you will know I know," Phil says quietly.
"Phil, whatever it is, it may not be that bad," Dan says, sitting next to Phil. Dan looks into Phil's eyes, "Tell me what happened, please, what is so important that you have to keep me in the dark about it?" They sit for a few minutes before Phil finally says something, "We kissed." They sit in silence for a few more minutes.
"Wh-wha-what do mean?" Dan asks, flustered.
"You got drunk, like really drunk, so, when midnight came along, we kissed."
"Oh wow," Dan says.
"Wait there is more. You were drunk and tired so I took you to Chris' bedroom," Phil sees a scared look on Dan's face, "We didn't have sex or anything don't worry." Dan has a look of relief.
"So anyway I took you to Chris' bedroom for you to take a nap, you kept telling me what a good kisser I was and all that and how you wouldn't go to sleep until I kissed you again. Of course I didn't because you were drunk, vulnerable and most likely will have no memory of this experience any way. Which obviously you don't, so you finally went to bed after you told me I was a good kisser for the thousandth time," Phil says.
"Okay wow," Dan starts to say.
"There is more," Phil says.
"Oh my God, okay," Dan sighs.
"I woke you up about an hour later to take you home, we said our goodbyes and such and walked- well I carried you- to the lift. And you told me I was a good kisser, again, and I was trying to say something and you cut me off. With a kiss. Then, you told me something."
"What did I say Phil?" Dan asks.
"You said 'Shhh, don't tell anybody, I like Phil'," Phil finishes.
Dan sits staring at Phil. "Um, okay then, I'm going to go for a walk, you know fresh air and stuff," Dan says getting up.
"Dan, please don't be mad at me," Phil says.
"I'm not, don't worry, thank you for telling me and I'll see you later," Dan walks out the door not sure of what to do next. He sits next to the door in the hallway and stares at the wall.
"What the hell did I do?" Dan thinks.
