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[trickster_caleb]

When Caleb woke up, he thought his head was going to split in two. Safe to say, he felt miserable and it only got worse when the events of the last two days cought up with him. Groaning, he curled up into a ball, his head reasting on Garth's shoulder. For the moment he decided that trying to drown your sorrows in brandy was a very dumb idea.

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[deadlyaqua]

Caleb's movement woke up Garth a bit, and he bit down a groan of his own. "Wasps," he mumbled, face in Caleb's neck. "Nesting in my brain. Ow."

[trickster_caleb]

"No shit..." Caleb grumbled in response. "Did that brandy turn into absinthe? Or rat poison?"

[deadlyaqua]

"If it did, I didn't do it." He groaned quietly and rolled onto his back, hand on his face. "Augh. Sunlight bad. Hhrrruugh."

[trickster_caleb]

Oh god, morning-after breath. Caleb felt queasy. "The room needs to stop spinnin'... Right now."

[deadlyaqua]

"Press th' stop button," Garth muttered. "It'll stop."

[trickster_caleb]

Groaning again, Caleb rolled off the bed and stood up, if a bit unsteadily. Muttering something about "Gonne throw up," he stumbled into the bathroom.

[deadlyaqua]

"Have fun wi'that," He mumbled, pressing the heels of his hands over his eyes in an effort to block out all light.

[trickster_caleb]

Fun it wasn't. Done with that, he splashed cold water on his face and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, surrounded by dark shadows and lines. Little over a year to thirty, and he thought he looked closer to fourty. For the first time in years, he didn't like who he saw.
Sneering at his reflection, he set about to brush his teeth and get rid of the ba dbreath.

[deadlyaqua]

Garth appeared in the bathroom doorway. "I called roomservice. They're bringing a pot of black coffee, dry toast, and promised to be quiet about it." He lumbered over to the toilet and spent a few minutes emptying his own stomach.

"...when did I eat carrots?" He rubbed his face and rested his forehead against the back of the toilet.

[trickster_caleb]

Caleb wet a towel with cool water and knelt down next to Garth. "'ere..." he mumbled with his toothbrush still in his mouth and proceeded to wipe Garth's face.

[deadlyaqua]

He smiled. "Sweet." He leaned his face into the cloth, eyes closed. One hand found its way to Caleb's back, getly stroking.

[trickster_caleb]

"Y'alright?" He mumbled, trying not to spit out toothpaste.

[deadlyaqua]

"Yeh. I'll feel better after some coffee and food though." He smiled wearily and stroked his hair.

[trickster_caleb]

Nodding, Caleb stroked his thumb over Garth's cheek before standing up and spitting into the sink. "So who is this woman?" He asked, rinsing his mouth.

[deadlyaqua]

"Mm?" Garth brushed his cheek where Caleb had touched him, blinking slowly. "Oh. Uh, I forget her name right now, but she has purple hair. Eyes like mine, but I think that might be because she's blind. She sounded like she's been through what you're going through, and offered to help if you needed it."

[trickster_caleb]

Purple hair? That rang a bell, though Caleb couldn't place it. "Any ide how you will get in touch with her? If you don't know her name?"
Then a quieter grumble as he looked in the mirror again. "God, I look like crap."