What the hell happened last night? Floyd held his head. He had a hangover from last night's rave. He got totally wasted last night. Getting stoned and drunk together is not the best thing he could have done, but whatever. You helped get everything out of his hair from the previous night. You chuckled at the sight, but you decided to take care of him for the day. How many ringpops did you get into last night anyways dude? You questioned. He counted. 5..? 6 maybe? I don't remember much babe..