Context: Three of the party members (an elf rogue, an elf ranger, and a human druid) were displaced in time and have no sense of morals. They found a reluctant elf Paladin at the first inn they come to who can escort them to a city where their quest leads them. The rogue is drinking an ale that, in this world, only certain races have survived the second mug. She fails her fortitude save and is passed out for several hours and barely makes her will save to WANT to wake up and stay alive. When she wakes up, she pretends to be dead while the ranger tries to check her pulse.
DM to rogue: Give me a bluff check, you’re at a minus 6 for the raging hangover
Rogue: *rolls first nat 20 of the campaign* Hella! DM to ranger while laughing: alright ranger, give me a survival roll to check her pulse.
Ranger: *rolls a 2* well shit
DM: *trying not to laugh* well, it’s been about six hours since the rogue passed the fuck out and you drug her up to the room and up until now you’ve been sure she’s alive, but she stops breathing and you can’t feel a pulse.
Ranger to Paladin: Shit I think she’s dead.
Paladin to DM: is there a bucket somewhere in the room?
DM: I mean, there’s THE bucket, why?
Paladin: I pick up the bucket and dump it on the rogue to wake her up.
*Everyone bursts out laughing and the rogues player facepalms*
DM: Alright, so instead of checking her vitals to see if she’s actually alive-
Paladin who realizes what the bucket was: Shit wait no I change my mind!
DM still laughing: Nope, too late! You dump the contents of the chamber pot on the rogue and, by extension, the bed she’s laying on. Rogue, you’re covered in shit, what do you do?
Rogue to Paladin: You know, I thought we could be friends. *rogue proceeds to leave the room to take a bath while the paladin sits in shock about what she did*