Apr 02, 2007 01:30
O'Leary Montagu had had a hangover.
He didn't drink much. That was the job of Mary, his late girlfriend in London - she drank gin. But he was the bartender, working his first night and - well it was an accident. But he had gotten drunk.
He went to the pharmacist, who had acted quite strangely. There were nothing on the pharmacists' shelves, such a strange thing, and the pharmacist -Downey his name was - had stripped him of his clothes and given him a full body check up though O'Leary insisted it wasn't influenza, it was only a hangover.
Downey had given him some medicine which he had to snort through his nose. A strange thing, he'd never heard of it before. Only now he had a headache and his feet were dancing.
Strange, strange.
Son of a bitch druggist slipped him a Mickey Finn said the Detectives. Should know better than that in his line of work.
"....but I'm a writer?" he said aloud, blinking blearily and looking around. Was it misty? Or was it just the hangover?
ooc: O'Leary Montagu from Kilbrack. He's Irish, terribly ugly and scarred though hes also painfully polite. He's a little more than awkward, and yes. the Detectives are voices in his head. Oh, and, yeah. He was given cocaine. So at the moment he's a little MORE crazy than usual .But don't be afraid. He's a lovely man.
arrival,
margaret houlihan,
o'leary montagu