Who:
save_the_souls and
gwaine. Take two.
What: You cannot drink half your weight in alcohol without consequences.
When: Takes place after
this, which in turn takes place after
this.
Where: The house
In retrospect, he should have stopped sometime after the seventh drink. Or was it his eighth? ...How much did he drink last night? There was the flagon of mead, various bottles of beer, he dimly remembers assorted tiny glasses of...something....
With a groan, he holds his head in his hands. This thinking thing was making his headache worse. He eventually managed to pull himself off the bathroom floor and stumbled outside, one hand still over his eyes. Light just seemed to rake across his cornea. Of course, blind, it's very easy to walk right into something. Or someone.