He took what was offered gladly, taking the aspirin and downing them with whatever was in the glass. Silver made no comment about it; he'd definitely had worse. Half the contents of the glass already gone, he almost choked when he heard what time it was. Screw everything that had been said after the fact. There was no way it was already two in the afternoon!! How could he have slept that long?!
Wiping his mouth, he stared at the other, eyes so wide they looked as if they might pop out of his head.
"It's 2 o'clock?!" he asked. "Two...in the afternoon...?" Slowly, poor Silver was starting to freak out. It was Monday, right? It had to be. Lunch with his family had been on Sunday and....
"....oh fu- I missed my class. A-and work? My shift started four hours ago... I'm so dead... My boss is going to kill me."
Setting the glass down and throwing the covers back, he stood. At least he attempted to. But in his attempt, he got a little light headed and had to grab the nightstand to steady himself before he fell. Hungover, it was almost impossible for Silver to not injure himself. Once, he'd broken two toes from slamming them into his own bed. Talk about uncoordinated.
"Where are we and how close is the Tube? If I can catch a train or a bus, I can hopefully make it before I get in too much trouble," he said.
Finally steady, or at least thinking he was, he turned to take a step, his knees wobbling and his legs all but giving out underneath him. He was a mess.
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