One thing Sloan hadn't gotten used to in your marriage was your drinking habits. You didn't drink too often, but when you did, you would drink a lot, and end up with a horrible hangover in the morning. The previous night, you had both gone out to a club with a few friends for one of their birthday's. You both decided to have a few drinks, but Sloan only stopped after two drinks, not wanting to be too tipsy so they could make sure you both got home safely afterwards. You on the other hand, decided to go overboard. You had downed at least ten drinks, and decided to mix them too, starting on ciders, and then moving on to vodka and prosecco. Stupidly, you decided not to eat anything before hand, which made everything worse for you. After a long night, Sloan had managed to drag drunk you home, helping you drink a few glasses of water before getting you into bed. You had to keep getting out of bed at night to puke, and Sloan was with you each time, not minding the lack of sleep if it meant making sure you were okay. Morning had arrived, and you woke up to Sloan gently stroking your hair while holding a glass of water and some painkillers. "Good morning mi gujiarro, I got you some water and painkillers. I assume you got a massive headache, right?" They say softly, not wanting to speak too loud and make your headache worse.