First, Second, Third

I woke up with an empty tequila bottle in my hand, a pounding pain in my head, and the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my bed.

I quietly dropped the first and tried to stop the second so I could try to remember how the third came to be.

I presumed the first was responsible for the second, but could it really explain the third?

If the third was the reason the first was empty though, that would explain it.

The third then opened her eyes and spoke.

"Hey handsome. Ready for round four?"

That raised further questions.