Closed: Fay - All I want for Christmas is a hangover.
Having a birthday close to Christmas sucked. Like, it sucked a lot. Between the Witch Weekly party, shopping, dealing with his sister, and work, he hadn't actually properly celebrated beyond a tiny dinner with his family and a cupcake from Natalie. So he'd done what any self-respecting person his age would: he took a night to get properly blitzed.
Which he was paying for now. It's amazing how many people wanted to buy you drinks when you used not celebrating your birthday as a way to engage a holiday-depressed and half-drunk crowd as a way to engage with them from stage. But it had work. They'd all been that little bit more into what he was playing, even if the piano was a touch off key and it threw him off before he'd sneaked a little magic at it from back stage (there was probably an owl from the Ministry waiting for him about that somewhere in the flat). He'd been hard pressed to repay their good graces and well wishes with a refusal of a gift.
So he'd drank. A lot.
Which is probably why his head was pounding and the sound from his alarm made him want to die. Merlin. He was going to be late for breakfast at his parents' house. When he reached over to turn the offensive blaring sound off, he had to practically crawl over a blonde.
Oh. Well. Maybe he was going to be later than he thought.
Which he was paying for now. It's amazing how many people wanted to buy you drinks when you used not celebrating your birthday as a way to engage a holiday-depressed and half-drunk crowd as a way to engage with them from stage. But it had work. They'd all been that little bit more into what he was playing, even if the piano was a touch off key and it threw him off before he'd sneaked a little magic at it from back stage (there was probably an owl from the Ministry waiting for him about that somewhere in the flat). He'd been hard pressed to repay their good graces and well wishes with a refusal of a gift.
So he'd drank. A lot.
Which is probably why his head was pounding and the sound from his alarm made him want to die. Merlin. He was going to be late for breakfast at his parents' house. When he reached over to turn the offensive blaring sound off, he had to practically crawl over a blonde.
Oh. Well. Maybe he was going to be later than he thought.