Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180224022145

(S9/Eothred) (Note: this post takes place the following morning.)

It's later than it should be, but earlier than he's ready for.

Eothred snorts awake. He's face down in his pillow, stark naked.

Like an undead coming to unlife for the first time, he slowly rolls over, groaning. His arm flops over, landing on something soft with a fleshy slap. He doesn't even see Evylyn.

Blearily, he opens his eyes, which is a mistake. The morning sunlight sears through his eyeballs and grates his brain with sandpaper. He inhales slowly, his throbbing headache pulsing with the sudden intake of oxygen. He pinches his nose, and whimpers.

Then, he smells...bacon?

Ironically, Rotha saunters into the room, wearing just enough to be considered, by some opinions, clothed. Her hair is still a little damp from a much earlier bath, and she presides over a small folding table with a breakfast spread bountiful enough to make any chef proud.

"Morning, lovely," she says sweetly, fluffing her hair. Before he can protest, she shoves a small pink bottle into his hand and practically forces him to drink it.

"Whnngh...what...-glub-..." Holding his hand, she presses the rim to his lips and tilts it in. He's forced to drink, or choke.

It doesn't taste bad, but he sputters just from the shock. Even so, he instantly begins to feel better.

"-kaff-...Nngh...what in...the gods' name is this stuff? It tastes like peppermint Holstaur Milk," he grimaces.

"Hangover Rescue, Noob Strength," she says, sitting down beside him on the bed. Her shapely, smooth thighs almost touch the arm he's propping himself up with. She reaches over and pulls a plate close to him.

"...Bacon and eggs?" Eothred says, his appetite rising as his hangover subsides.

"Yes, sir. Harpy eggs and one of my cadets that didn't pass."

As he winces and pushes the plate away, Rotha laughs in a self-indulgent way. "Oh, I'm just kidding!" She chuckles.

"Still makes you a cannibal," he grumbles, taking the plate.