Flat in London, Sunday

[grand_fallguy]

The road to hell was paved with good intentions, that's what they said. well Tim didn't know about that, but this hangover seemed to be a good metaphor for that. Some well meaning Fae had slipped some human spirits into the course of drinks the night before. Elven wine didn't come with hangovers.

By the time Tim stumbled from his room into the kitchen, it was much later than he usually liked to get up. Even on a Sunday. Actually he kind of liked the city on a Sunday. It was quieter than usual.

He drank five glasses of water, and one super sized cup of coffee before he felt awake enough to even think about what had gone on the night before.

There had been a few things being celebrated. Apparently the Fae were as passionate about Hurling as the Mortal world was about Football, and the local team had won the Hidden World Cup. Then there was toasting the marriage of Tim's mother and Faust, then something about the Superbowl.

"Hey." Neil yawned, coming in looking disgustingly refreshed. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Weren't you supposed to catch a train up north? Something about a big party or something way up in the ass of nowhere Scotland?"

"...Fuck."

[For the girlfriend.]

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[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn groaned in frustration. "They diverted my portal through some kind of place that there was a revolt going on. I had to get through that to get to the next damn portal."

She frowned in concern. "What were you given to drink?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Hobson emerged from the kitchen with tea for Gwynn, and asprin for Tim.

"Well I'm glad you're okay, and kinda glad I didn't know about you having to fight while I was drunk." Tim frowned. "I thought I was drinking Elven Wine. I didn't need to deal with a hangover. But I think I wound up with some whiskey, and possibly a guiness or two also."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad that you're all right, Tim," Gwynn said, putting a gentle arm around him. "I think that Elven Wine is strong enough without people adding things to it."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"I agree. I also didn't realize until today how long it's been since I've drunk anything alcoholic that wasn't elven wine." He hugged her back. "But now I've gotta figure out what to do about Scotland. I don't think I'll get there in time for what was going on, hopefully they'll forgive me."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"You could just tell them the truth?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Actually that might work very well." Tim said.

"It's like this one kid told me around midterms here." Neil cut in. "Just tell them you're American, they won't expect as much."