@ciananbalor Cianan sat waiting for a ride to the airport when he took a seat on the bench. The statement more than anything was to make sure he was awake and not in a complete stupor. The sun had just begun to rise and illuminated everything in a soft yellow glow. He pursed his lips before he dared to suggest, “Maybe you just need some of the hair of the dog that bit you.”
"You are probably right," the Brit said as he rubbed his face over his hands. "Just need to get to my restaurant," he mumbled. He stood up and gripped the back of the bench for a moment before he swayed and started to head in the complete opposite direction of the restaurant, Rowland's. "Have a good today," he waved slightly, still obviously drunk as he walked- or stumbled- away.














