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There was nothing like a heavy night of drinking to stave off the nightmares and allow him to sleep peacefully. Though knowing he would be waking up to the horrible hangover afterwords was daunting. Yet the fact never stopped him. It was worth the miserable mornings. This one was no different; his head was spinning before his eyes were even opened and mouth was far dryer than seemed possible for how much liquid he had drank.
It was tempting to roll over and fall back asleep, not wanting to be conscious for the worst of how he felt. Blue eyes opened slowly, coming to focus on the ceiling above him in hopes it would help with the feeling of the room spinning violently around him and unsettling lurch in his stomach. Some water and crackers to help keep the night's activities down and he would go right back to sleep for the rest of the morning before he went back at it again that night.
His eyes closed again, quickly deciding he would get up in five minutes. Just five more minutes and he would feel better enough to eat something. The gravelly voice made his eyes snap wide open, head perking up off the pillow as his gaze locked in on the man sitting on the edge of the edgy motel bed. There was a brief moment of debate if he was even real, that maybe he was an alcohol induced hallucination. His leg inched to the side to nudge the man to test if he was solid and when he discovered just that, a disturbing chill shot down his spine as his breath hitched in his chest.
Instincts kicked in over the hangover haze in his mind and the archer jolted to life, legs scrambling to get underneath him. The trench coated man was between him and the rest of the room, leaving Clint standing on the bed and plastered against the wall to try to put as much distance between them as humanly possible.
"I would highly recommend you get your fucking ass out of here before I puke all over you...and then kill you. It's not going to be a dignified death, buddy."
@vvaywardangel
