@sleepingduke
Obviously, Saxon knew how to enjoy himself. Perhaps a bit too much. But with the Goon now something he had to deal with, he unfortunately had to learn about moderation. Disgusting. He usually knew his limit, but last night he chose to ignore it, and now he suffered.
"Look, this is gonna sound random or out of nowhere, but you're a Hypnos guy, right?" he asks, approaching them at the hotel breakfast. "Does that mean you can help me fall asleep? Cause I'm having a massive hangover right now and I think I'd be better writing the rest of the day off but, uh, sleeping pills don't work on me anymore. Apparently I developed an immunity to them in my twenties, it's a whole thing—"
"You can fuck me if you want in exchange. Or I can suck you off. Or we do neither and you just do it out of the kindness of your heart and love of charitable acts—"
Saxon always had money to get whatever he needed... until now. Without his resources, he needed to rely on the kindness of sorta-strangers. But money wasn't his only asset.