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My head hurts. From the drinking.

~~Ugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggh.~~

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Too much nog homme? Because damn, it aint even New Years yet...

I had a rough day/week/month. I think I was drinking vodka, not egg nog. Though, really. Who knows?

Ooooh. Ouch. Musta been real rough if ya can't even remember what you were drinkin

I started Sam Adams. The rest is fuzzy.

See no there's your problem. Stick with one thing. An if ya do have to mix it up, start with the hard stuff first.

*offers a couple of Tylenol and some water*

*Groans.* Thanks.

Y'welcome. *smiles sympathetically*

Do you have a gun? Can you shoot me in the head or something? I'd really appreciate it.

*laughs quietly* I could always kiss ya on th'cheek. A nice lil' coma might feel good 'bout now.

Yes! You're a genius! Let's do that.

*shakes her head and grins, amused* Or...ya could give th' Tylenol a shot at workin'.

No time! I'm in pain now. *downs the tylenol* I'm never drinking again.

Aww, ya poor thin'.

Don't patronize me. *whines*

*raises an eyebrow* Hmm.

*puts his head down* Sorry.

Aww, it's all right, darlin'. Why don'cha go lay down f'a while? Maybe you'll feel betta if ya get a bit o' quiet.

My bed was spinning. I thought I'd get up.

Ahh. Well, I sure hope ya get t'feelin' betta soon.

Thanks. And thanks for not really shooting me in the head or putting me in a coma. I appreciate it.

*nods and grins* No problem, sugah.

This is the part where I'm not supposed to snigger and make cracks, right?

Yes. This would be that part.

This is your fault, by the way.

How is your drinking my fault?

Because. Where were you in my hour of need?

Because? Pffft.

That depends on what hour it is on the clock. Sleeping, most likely.

Yes. Because. Don't question me, I'm sick.

I can't believe you didn't intuitively know I was drinking too much and wake up to call me and stop me. Way to let me down.

Not tequila, I hope. That stuff is evil.

Vodka. I think.

You think. Ouch. Must've been some night if you can't remember. Should I call the bomb squad to defuse your head before it blows?

That would be great. I asked Rogue to put me in a coma, but she wouldn't do it.

If you were living at Xavier's you could just Hank for some industrial strength pain killers. Or... I don't know. Have you tried icing your head?

Icing my head takes a lot of effort. It just gives me a bigger headache once I de-ice.

I guess you could always do it the old fashioned way. Remy's hangover cure is bacon cheeseburgers. I don't understand it, but apparently it works for him. In the meantime, I guess I'll have to contact the bomb squad for defusing before your head explodes. :P

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