"Oh yeah? Then why d'you look hungover?" Ray asked with a pointed look, letting his head loll to the side so he could see his friend without much effort. The beginnings of stubble scratched against chopped wood.

"So we're on a raft, floating in the ocean, in ridiculous clothes and we have no memory," Ray summarised, his brain starting to hurt from all the thinking. "Is one of us getting married today?" Because this was sounding like the aftermath of one helluva stag night.