[Carrûn]

Awyrgan woke up with somewhat of a headache. He was slumped against a wall near the side doors. He didn't remember falling asleep. He held his hands to his temples and winced. This was only going to get worse.

Not seeing any familier faces at the moment, he dragged himself over to the bar. He had a mind to speak with Narello, but the boy had sauntered off to dance or cause trouble (both more likely). He coughed and the bartender walked towards him. Observing the dark man he shook his head slightly. "You look like you've had more than enough." A dangerous glint in Awyrgan's eye caught his and he changed his tone. "What can I get for you sir?" "Surprise me," Awrygan ground out with some difficulty. "Ah, a risk taker." The man behind the counter rubbed his hands together and went to work as Awrygan watched. He returned with a large glass of something, and Awrygan could have sworn it was alive. "Better drink it slow," the man warned. Awrygan grinned and nodded.

Turning around to observe the proceedings he slowly sipped at the drink. No effect. Strange. Shrugging, he downed the remainder of the glass. There was a blazing assortment of colors.

Everything went black

Awrygan woke up with his head on the bar. The server was standing next to him grinning, and holding a glass of water which he offered the weathered man. "You enjoy?" Awrygan downed the water. "Give me another." Shrugging his shoulders the bartender handed him another glass. "It's your life."

Awrygan took this glass slower, and glanced around for any familier faces. He hadn't had a conversation in a while, but frankly the drink was more engaging.