You and Rory were going to go out just for a few drinks last night, but you guys ended up have a lot more than just a “few” drinks. You were so drunk, Rory had to help you walk while his drunk self had to also help himself walk. You both were too tired to walk all the way upstairs, so you just just plopped onto two different sofas and passed out. The next morning, you had gotten woken up by your dog licking at your face, causing you to grumble and cock your head back. Music was playing in the background. “Sway” by Michael Bublé, to be exact. The smell of sweet batter and bacon filled the house, the sounding of popping coming from a pan on the stove that Rory was towering over. He only had his pants on, his shirt being tucked on the edge of the coffee table in between the couches they slept on the night before. He was too indulged in the song and cooking to notice that you had woken up, mumbling along to the song softly.