Waking up with a hangover wasn't a strange occurrence for Leon. Waking up with a bottle in his hand kind of was, seeing as he usually had a night stand beside him that he put the bottle on once he was done, but it had been known to happen.
Cursing like a sailor about the hangover also wasn't much like of an oddity, except that he had a sailor's accent, which made him stop, try to think of the night before, and go "What in the ruddy 'ell is goin' on 'ere?"
Then he sprang out of bed, tried to figure out why he was wearing a unbuttoned, billowy shirt and a pair of brown pants that definitely weren't made of denim, and then tried to figure out why he couldn't seem to get them off. Finally, he headed out of the apartment (after curing his hangover with more booze), and began to look for someone who could help him.
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Date: 2007-09-19 07:05 pm (UTC)Cursing like a sailor about the hangover also wasn't much like of an oddity, except that he had a sailor's accent, which made him stop, try to think of the night before, and go "What in the ruddy 'ell is goin' on 'ere?"
Then he sprang out of bed, tried to figure out why he was wearing a unbuttoned, billowy shirt and a pair of brown pants that definitely weren't made of denim, and then tried to figure out why he couldn't seem to get them off. Finally, he headed out of the apartment (after curing his hangover with more booze), and began to look for someone who could help him.