Magic Box, Sunday, 05/24
One of these days, Anders was going to learn one very basic lesson: Don't go drinking with Edward Kenway. The basic lesson had an appendix now: Don't go drinking with Edward Kenway and a dwarf, you idiot mage. Anders believed he could handle his drink just fine, but of the three of them he was decidedly the lightweight. He had dim memories of singing dwarven songs (and he was almost certain that was the least of what had happened) and he wasn't completely certain how they'd gotten back to the island. He suspected some kind stranger who didn't want three strangely archaic high school students passed out on his stoop had intervened.
Really, he should have taken the day off to guzzle coffee and water and feel miserable. But he needed money, which meant he needed to be here. He'd just try not to puke on the clean floor or react to every noise as if it were shrieking right in his ear.
He polished off his breakfast sandwich, which helped a little, and tried to convince himself to do some work. There were always shelves to dust.
[OOC: Open shop, open post!]
Really, he should have taken the day off to guzzle coffee and water and feel miserable. But he needed money, which meant he needed to be here. He'd just try not to puke on the clean floor or react to every noise as if it were shrieking right in his ear.
He polished off his breakfast sandwich, which helped a little, and tried to convince himself to do some work. There were always shelves to dust.
[OOC: Open shop, open post!]