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[The afternoon after this.]Drinking last night was not a good plan. In fact, it was a Very Bad One. Tycho is slumped over the bar unmoving, head pillowed on his arms

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A small mug of something steaming is pushed in front of Tycho by a blonde woman in a green skirt and black t-shirt. "Here. This is hangover cure. You look like you need it."

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Tycho winces at the sudden voice and raises his head just a few millimeters off his arms. He is immediately assaulted. Ow. Light. He eyes the mug resting in front of him. "What is it?" He's trying to speak quietly, but still, wildly unpleasant.

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"Hangover cure. It's a potion, but completely harmless. You won't feel sick anymore." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "Seriously. I don't mean to be rude, but you look like absolute shit. I promise it's not going to hurt you."

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Oh, he knows it. He doesn't hesitate another moment; he downs the mug. It tastes horrible. It is very nearly spit back out, but he swallows and rests his elbow on the bar and hand over his mouth for a moment, and it doesn't come back up. He finally looks over at the unfamiliar woman, head still pounding merrily away. "How long should it take to start working?"