A hangover was the worst feeling ever to wake up to when you had only just forgotten your name last night at your best friend's wedding who just officially got with their husband.

Martyn groaned weakly, eyes slowly beginning to open as he felt warmth on either side of him; arm over arm. What?

He blinked again, turning his head from side to side as he tried to process the situation he was in. Ren? Doc? Huh... Oh. Did he sleep with the newlyweds...?