Drunk again. By four in the afternoon. As is becoming habit with him, though certainly not a good habit; the only time he consciously abstains is when he knows he'll be seeing Morgause, because he knows she'll have no patience with it, but apart from that ( Read more... )

A mug of very hot coffee with a dash of pálinka; unashamedly modern garb--jeans and a turtleneck sweater and a knit scarf; and a seat on the railing of the porch, one leg curled around a white-painted rail to keep his balance; and Sagramore is well-prepared to take what the world is inevitably going to throw at him. It always does.