It was well, the morning after Camille and Arastoo's wedding. It was lovely, and you knew from the beginning they'd get married...but now you're here, in Karen Delf's apartment since it was closest, and Aubrey was wasted from drinking at least 20 martini glasses of alcohol that Hodgins made out of test tubes.

He woke up in a bed, and it felt like he literally saw the light and ascended to heaven for a moment. Once he came to the conclusion that yeah, it was just a hangover, and a huge one at that. He assumed he was in his own bed, and he wasn't in a suit anymore, rather just a gray t-shirt and shorts closer to being boxers at this point.

"...Holy Hangover..."

He sat up for a second, barely registering where he was before he rolled over and saw the pink, fluffy, monstrosity on Karen's bed known as a plush. Now he knew he wasn't in his bed. That was alarming for an FBI Agent. He was hung-over to the maximum, and wasn't in his own bed.

"Where am I..."

Karen walked into the bedroom in her pajamas so casually, smiling. "And look who woke up."

Aubrey couldn't believe it, did he...sleep with Karen? No, that couldn't be possible, she wouldn't hurt a fly.

"K...Karen? We-?"

But then you walked in and it just got a whole lot worse, cause now he thought he had a threesome and smiled a bit, with that stupid grin that showed off tiny gaps in his teeth.

"Okay..."

You looked at Karen and rolled your eyes...

"Don't be a pig, Aubrey." Both you and Karen scolded. Yeah, he was like 30 years old but Jesus. Thank God for Karen, he was wasted after the wedding, and out of fear he'd vomit in the cab, she let you two stay in her apartment, quite a nice one.