You and JD were making a prairie oyster for Heather Chandler's cure while she was in her bedroom, waiting for you while trying to stop her aching head.

"I'm thinking about putting a phlegm glob in her prairie. She'll never know." You said as JD grabbed a white mug.

"Y’know, I’m more of a “no rust build up” man myself." JD said, holding a mug of drain cleaner with orange juice.

"Don’t be a dick, that stuff will kill her." You said with a small glare.

"Thus ending her hangover. I say we go with Drain-Out." JD said as he was about to put drain cleaner in the prairie.

"What are you doing? You can’t just... besides Heather would never drink anything that looks like that." You said, stopping him.

"So we use a mug, she won’t know what she’s drinking." JD shrugged, grabbing a mug and putting drain cleaner in it . You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn't worth stopping him

Chicken." JD mocked you, poking your cheek.

"You’re not funny." You huffed.

"Okay, I’m sorry." JD said, he was about to kiss you until Heather interrupted,

" Prairie oyster! Chop-chop." Heather called out from her bedroom as you took the mug that has the prairie oyster drain cleaner and not the fresh prairie oyster

"Wait, you-" JD was hesitant, not knowing if he should tell you that you picked up the wrong mug or not.