(no subject)
Let's get right to the show, shall we? Insert standard 'what's going on? where am I?' because everyone knows it happens the first time and now we're at the fun part.
The question.
The bleary man holding one hand over his eyes squints at the sign and lets himself flop onto a convenient Nexus couch with a groan.
"Hangover cure. Good one. What is? Discuss. Practical demonstration a must. Competitive salary, benef--what was I saying again? Fuck."
[ooc: garg, WORK! back later]