jayne crawls over to the kitchen counter and pulls herself up to a standing position.loudly,she rummages in the drawer for a few minutes before staggering back to where dae and medina are kissing. she stands behind them and holds up a score card of 5.

jayne feels a very familiar feeling well up inside her. she had to get out of the house and fast. "um...gotta go. you two have.." jayne cant finishh. she clamps her hands over her mouth and dashes out of the house and into the pool area. she aims for the bushes and spews the evenings festivities.

For someone who did a show about pop culture he didn't know a lot about it cause he soon found himself on the floor face down with his hand in a plate of noodles. It hurt to move his head but hey he had slept through worst. Slowly making his way to his feet he looked around to the game was over and people moved to something else, he wonder if Barbie Doll ate any of the food he left out for her. Chris moved to the couch and just watch the fan spin and get lost in thought

Jayne crawls on her hands and knees. It takes time but she finally reaches her destination. Slowly She dunks her head in the pool and takes in a mouthful of water. Horrible,chlorine water. She sloshes it around in her mouth and spits it on the ground. Anything to get the taste of second hand alcohol out of her mouth. This wasn't fun anymore and the drunkenness seemed to have no end in sight. She pulls herself into w pool chair and curls up on it. She didn't want to throw up in the house. So sleeping out here seemed perfectly sensible. " good night, big brother. Good night,daisy." she mumbles.

Chris saw Tatiana coming down in her bathing suit and whistle at her as she walked by, "Hey sexy thing. You going to get in the pool?" He asked wondering what she was about to do then shook his head thinking that was a silly question

Scratch decides after a while that it's probably best to head to bed for a little sleep. He looks down and sees Jayne on the grass, deciding she would probably thank him if she got some proper sleep as well rather than waking up on the lawn. He walks over and lifts her up, putting her over his shoulder. "Bed time, blonde girl," he chuckles, before walking inside the house. He carries her to her bed and gently places her on it, coming back a few minutes later with a glass of water he places on her bedside cabinet, before he goes to his own bed and lays down, falling asleep.

Some time later, a tired looking Scratch, clearly worse for wear, wakes up and looks all around him. Most of the house, even when asleep, managed to look hungover, if that was at all possible. He groans and sits up, stretching his arms over his head and then regretting it, as it somehow makes his head feel even worse. Pulling himself slowly out of bed, he makes his way to the shower room for a quick shower. It would have been longer, but last night's rum seems to have made his head susceptible to the water feeling like it was drilling through his cranium like little industrial machines. He groans and climbs out of the shower, before he goes and changes into a pair of sweat pants and pulls on a tshirt with the word VANITY and a picture of the famous pop diva across the front.

Begrudgingly, he makes his way into the main house, looking around the empty room. At first, he doesn't even see Jayne on the couch, covered by a cushion, and he goes to make a coffee, which he knows will at least make him feel like he's not departed the realm of the living in the last few hours. When the smell of the coffee breaches his nose, he is almost sick at first, but he chokes some down and makes his way back to the living room, where he spots Jayne. Sitting beside her, he groans loudly again. "Y'alright, blonde girl?" he asks in a voice so croaky he may well have been Toad of Toad Hall, although he certainly didn't feel that lavish. He playfully pushes her leg, half to see if she's still alive under the cushion.

"Yeah, thanks. I like my pop girl shirts," he says with a laugh that was immediately slapped down by the regretful hangover pain. "You should see my yellow Nova one. I'm feeling like shit, son. Well hungover, innit? How about you? Seemed like you had a good night last night, innit?" he chuckles, taking a long swig of his coffee that seemed to push at least a few of the zombie cells from within his body. It was funny to see Jayne like this. So far she had been the bubbly always positive one, and now she was sat here, undeniable evidence that alcohol can slow even the fastest down.

"SYNCO, eh? Is that your LGBT support after one of them came out?" Scratch asks, teasing her. "Nah, of course, you don't look the sort for listening to pop at all," he smirks, "but then neither do I. Takes all sorts, Jayne." When she asks about his hangovers, he nods slowly. "It certainly is, yeah. I might need to slow down at some point so I don't die, like, innit?" He muses over her hair of the dog complaint, not sure if she had tried it again this morning already. "It didn't work? You didn't feel better yesterday? And when did you have Buckfast?" he laughs, not even sure Americans would know what that was. "Oh yeah?" he asks when she looks up towards the bedroom. "Who was that then? At least it's not me getting the blame this time," he smirks.

Jayne giggles at the idea of wearing a synco shirt for support. " nah. It was a gift from Erica Hess...I think she just wanted me to look goofy. " she gives him a little smile before adding. " I prefer to show my support....personally." Jayne was still feeling a little loopy and usually wouldn't say something so crass. " th hangover Angel didn't visit you?! Someohow I made it inside the house and into bed . they even delivered water. ...oh Lord.I threw up in the shrubs outside." She covers her face to hide the embarrassment.it doesn't help as even her hands are red." oh I felt fine yesterday....until about 3 o clock this morning!" She painfully laughs again .it was going to be real hard to be peppy today, she could feel that. She let herself fall back onto the couch. " I had the affectionately named "Bucky" with daisy. I ended up less drunk,but felt just as bad the next day...and the day after that. " she absent mindedly places the pillow on her head. The air was making her head hurt. " dae and medina. They were all," Jayne makes a very unsexy show of people kissing,with lots of tongue. "Right there in front of me. I seriously thought they were going to go at it right there. I don't know if that or the booze made me vomit." Jayne says with a smirk." I still blame You. You inspired them." she playfully laughs.

Seeing Chris,Jayne gives him a wave. " you too,huh?" she asks sympathetically.