When I was 18 I was seeing this lad (Jim) and we went to visit his folks in Leicester and went out with his mates in the evening. Both of us were totally plastered and got in quite late. He had a single bed in his room and it was downstairs. For some reason when his Mum went to bed she set the house alarm. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a bit queasy and had to leg it to the bathroom. As I opened the bedroom door I set the house alarm off, so ran back in to the bedroom in an attempt to wake Jim. Was unsuccessful and following my exertions had to throw up. I grabbed the nearest receptacle and was sick - in to a half pint glass. At this stage I was in a bit of a quandary as I didn't really want to leave a half pint of vomit in the bedroom all night, so decided that his Mum must have switched the alarm off and proceeded to head towards the bathroom. I opened the door and off went the alarm. Was straight back in to the room, glass down on the table and again tried to wake Jim. No luck, heard his Mum come down again to reset the alarm. At this stage I decided to resign myself to the fact that I'd have to deal with it in the morning. I went to move the glass from the table I left it on but it had gone. Turned out I'd missed the table and it had gone all over the floor. I gave up and got in to bed. Woke up about three hours later, to discover that Jim had done his usual trick when drunk and pissed the bed. I got out, found a spare quilt and slept on the floor (away from the sick). Jim woke up the next morning to find himself in a rather damp bed with a nasty hangover. When expressing his disgust with himself, I then decided to tell him.... "yeah, and you were sick!!"