Under the Influence: A little of what you fancy does you good … maybe.
She bustled about tidying-up the debris from the impromptu get-together that ended, yet again in the drunken carnage of sleeping bodies littered about the house. It was far too early to run the hover so she set the dishwasher on timer, deposited the last of the rubbish in the bins and a copious number of bottles in the bank across the street. It was the aroma of breakfast that gradually had the guests emerge from their comas, drawn by the prospects of hot coffee and a bacon butty. Cheerfully she wished them all a good-morning, thankful she never suffered hangovers.