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Hodgins has spent more time drunk than sober since Angela left. He’s not proud of it, but there it is. He hadn’t even cared how he might pay for it later.
God is he ever paying for it now. He doesn’t even question why a door to Milliways has suddenly popped up in his house. And he doesn’t care that he’s wandered in wearing the same rumpled clothes that he’s had on for the last thirty-six hours.
Hodgins slumps into a chair and asks a passing waitrat for the strongest hangover remedy Bar stocks.
It arrives in a tall tumbler. Thick, purplish-gray, lumpy, and Hodgins thinks it might actually be moving. He stares at it. Gulps manfully once. Twice.
And then bolts for the men’s room.
He comes back several minutes later, mopping his face with a pad of wet paper towels. He takes his seat and stares determinedly at the glass.
His drink ‘blurps’ back at him. Hodgins is pretty sure it’s a dare.
God is he ever paying for it now. He doesn’t even question why a door to Milliways has suddenly popped up in his house. And he doesn’t care that he’s wandered in wearing the same rumpled clothes that he’s had on for the last thirty-six hours.
Hodgins slumps into a chair and asks a passing waitrat for the strongest hangover remedy Bar stocks.
It arrives in a tall tumbler. Thick, purplish-gray, lumpy, and Hodgins thinks it might actually be moving. He stares at it. Gulps manfully once. Twice.
And then bolts for the men’s room.
He comes back several minutes later, mopping his face with a pad of wet paper towels. He takes his seat and stares determinedly at the glass.
His drink ‘blurps’ back at him. Hodgins is pretty sure it’s a dare.