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*A bearded man with a bit of a glow about the him stumbles into the Nexus; his robes are rumpled and stained, and a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangles from his loose grip. At a glance, he's probably lit by more than his halo right now, and takes a swig of the drink on his staggering way to lean against the sign.*

Wha'sso good about Friday, huh?

*His speech is a little slurred.*

It friggin' hurt! Think I like a reminder?

*He squints, shading a hand with his eyes; his own radiant aura seems to be bothering him.*

Right. Hangover cures. Who's got 'em?

((Mun is away, but will reply to all tags later. And will probably also enjoy a very warm afterlife.))