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His head is killing him. He woke up in, like, a camp-bed or something, and he knows that Bratislava was a weird fucking place but he's pretty sure that he's not in Bratislava anymore. His head just keeps throbbing and he groans softly and cradles it in his hands.
He's pretty sure nobody's ever died of being hungover, but, right now, it feels like a fucking close run thing.
And he's still wearing his tux.
He just wishes he knew where the fuck Scotty is.
He's pretty sure nobody's ever died of being hungover, but, right now, it feels like a fucking close run thing.
And he's still wearing his tux.
He just wishes he knew where the fuck Scotty is.