in terms of having the 'fear' after a works night out; way back in the day, when I was very lary (don't read any more Seeking, you may faint into you Daily Mail...), my even more lary workmate and i decided to partake of happy hour on a Tuesday evening, as you do. We had a big weekend ahead of us and I'd thoughtfully purchased a stash of sweeties from my gay male stripper flatmate (prob outed myself now...).
1 cocktail in and i suggested we test the quality of the sweets brand name mitsubishi, and they passed the quality test, so we necked a few more and I really can't remember the rest of the night out. However, we made it back to my flat somehow and decided to have a little smoke to make us sleepy, as we did have work the next day. while waiting for sleep to happen we decided to watch a film and found my then bf's porn stash so watched it in the interests of research/tips...
we woke up gms flatmate to ask if various scenes turned him on (no), and to rate bj techniques (another no, cos we were f'ing annoying him). gms flatmate decided the best thing to do would be to give us half a valium and get us to bed, as we still had work in the morning, so alarm set we finally got to sleep.
Woke up at 11am! both our phones had missed calls and messages from various people at work including our manager. The fear was off the scale. Called in separately denying we' d been together long the night before. Gave diffent reasons for our absence, basically sh*t ourselves. Decided the only way to sort it out would be to go and have hair of the dog and hatch a plan 
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Luckily my ex worked with us and kept calling me to update me on what was going on at work (being management and in the know...) It was by far the worst 'fear' I've ever had in my life.
Next day both separately hauled in to managers office. Stuck to our stories and luckily didn't even get official warnings. I still feel a bit sick when I remember it though...
I am very much reformed 