Hang over hell

[ivybracegirdle]

*wanders out into the kitchen*

*cringes at the light*

Like Melba said... isn't drinking until you're sloshed fuuun? *rubs temples* This blows.

*groggily makes a breakfast for himself*

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[isengar_took]

*comes in rather stiffly from having spent the night engaged in some NC-17 activities sleeping on a table, and no - he is not going to discuss it*

*plans on making some pancakes and tea to take back to the table Tiger*

*spots Ivy; wanders over and shuts the curtains*

Hullo. Good party, yes?

[ivybracegirdle]

Helluva party, Isengar. Helluva party.

[isengar_took]

Well, we try.

*eyes attempt at making breakfast*

You. Sit. I'll take care of that.

*only had one or two ales, you know; spent far too much time socialising, getting possessive of Tiger and bonding with Kevin*

Don't suppose you got your Took last night? *playful smile*

[ivybracegirdle]

Thanks.

*sits and slumps*

Errrrrr... I just may have barfed on 'em. Folco and Melba helped me in.. I don't remember much.