It's annoying!

Doc opens his swollen eyes and the first thing he sees is his sleeping patient. They're sleeping in an embrace. The guy was wearing a psychologist's bow tie and trousers, but no shirt at all. They were lying on the floor, and the bespectacled guy propped himself up on his elbows just as Psycho started to wake up. The office was a mess: books scattered about, a pile of liquor bottles, a bitten-off cactus on the windowsill, and a shopping cart in the middle of the room. They were about to find out all this, because the green-eyed girl lying next to him started groaning and, clearly not on the first try, sat up. He asked the same logical questions that Doc was asking himself at that moment.
—We didn't have anything...and why is the office a mess? Why is there sausage instead of books? Why is the cactus bitten? Why did we sleep together? And most importantly: where did my shirt and tie go?!