((Mature content, proceed at your own risk))

[grumpypuss]

Ben is really, really starting to regret buying that bottle of...whatever the fuck it was. That the store was located in the Nexus should have been his first clue, really. That the drink actually made him wince, when the last time he'd even blinked was when he drank rubbing alcohol by accident should have been his second. Clearly that entire question debacle was that fucking two-headed clerk's fault. He asked for something with a bit of kick, not something with the force of a wrecking ball. B| A full two days later, and he's still not completely recovered. Which doesn't explain why he kept what he never finished, but uh. >_>

Grumbling, he abandons his essay and wanders into the kitchen, rubbing at his bleary eyes while he rifles through the fridge. Maybe he can distract himself with food until the cotton in his head goes away.