It was early. Too early. The weather was spitting rain as spring made its welcome way forward, and wind blew fiercely against the blurry windows of the Coomb and Wattle, and through one of the broken panes of glass came a particularly strong gust, sending the slightly open door slamming closed with a bang!
Up in the bed shot a red haired man, with his hair wild and reaching past his scarred shoulder blades. His brown eyes slowly peered open, and they shut instantly as his head swirled viciously, the whole world tipping around him as he lay back down. He licked his lips and tasted the familiar taste of mead and lots of it, and something else tainted his lips..
His eyes squinted open in the intense brightness and he looked over to the sleeping figure of a bare woman at his side. That’d be it, he thought to himself, and grinned. Despite how warm it was in the covers, he slung one leg off the edge of the bed and followed by the other, sitting on the side as he felt everything swirl. With not the most steady steps he raised up from the bed, not walking in a fully straight line as he found his way to his trousers, practically sitting on a small chest so he did not fall over.
He caught a glance of himself in a dusty mirror on the wall, and raised his brow as he noticed the growing bruises over his neck and chest and wondered whether he spent the night in another's bed or whether he was thrown into a fighting pit for bare-knuckles. He pulled on his shirt, missing a few buttons and mismatching a few more to their holes before sliding on his boots and once again unsteadily making his way to the door, trying his best to do it quietly though the intense thumping in his head did not make things easy.
Once he did escape from the confines of the room, down the steps he went and crossed the empty common room floor, pushing open the door, desperate for a breath of fresh air as if there were hands around his throat choking him. However! A bad move it was..
The combination of the sweltering hangover and the chill of the air soon sent a shiver straight down into his stomach, his throat burned and he moved as quick as he could towards the closest bush.
Wiping his mouth clean from the remnants of yesterday's food, he breathed out heavily.
“Tomorrow.. Ja.. tomorrow works better.”
