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He'd spent yesterday in bed, mostly. It had seemed like the thing to do. But today he woke up starving and gagging for a drink so he's braved the stiffness and the aching and is now lounging in an armchair near the fire.
He looks like hammered shit, it's true. His face is a proper state. But whiskey cures most all ills, he finds, and luckily enough it happens to be his favourite remedy.
[Black and blue!tag: Gene Hunt]
[OOC: And slowtime has my name all over it right now, peeps. Thanks very much for tagging, and I'll pick all my slows up tomorrow. <3333!]