Lucius massaged his head as he woke up, staring at a familiar ceiling that seemed to spin slightly above him.
'I'm home,' he thought, letting out a small groan.
His mouth was dry, his throat sore, and his stomach rolled with the aftertaste of last night's drinks.
After the council cut the cake, the celebration had dragged on into endless rounds of wine and strong liquor, each toast more insistent than the last.
He hadn't even noticed when his limit slipped past.
'The last time I got this drunk was in 2025,' he thought, dragging a hand down his sweaty forehead.
His hair clung to his skin, damp from the heat of the alcohol still working its way out of his system.
He didn't even remember how much he hated this feeling… having a heavy heavy head, sluggish body, the nagging urge to stay in bed for hours.
'Should I stay in today?' The thought tempted him.
A whole day wasted in bed sounded better than dragging himself across the city.
