[He has no idea exactly how much he drank last night - who's he kidding, it was probably just as much if not more than what he usually drinks every night - so he's got the mother of all hangovers when he wakes up in the middle of-... some brush. With no one night stand in sight.]
...bollocks.
[Well. It could be worse. He could be in Hell. A hand gropes around groggily and recoils when it finds a bag. Reaching out for it again and pulling it in close, he takes a quick glimpse inside. Cigarettes. Hallelujah. That's all he needs to know. Throwing it over his back, John scrambles to his feet and stumbles, reaching out to steady himself on the nearest thing. That moves.]
Sorry mate I'm a little p... [Bleary eyes widen as he looks up. And up a wee bit more.] ...issed... [WHAT THE FUCK]
no subject
...bollocks.
[Well. It could be worse. He could be in Hell. A hand gropes around groggily and recoils when it finds a bag. Reaching out for it again and pulling it in close, he takes a quick glimpse inside. Cigarettes. Hallelujah. That's all he needs to know. Throwing it over his back, John scrambles to his feet and stumbles, reaching out to steady himself on the nearest thing. That moves.]
Sorry mate I'm a little p... [Bleary eyes widen as he looks up. And up a wee bit more.] ...issed... [WHAT THE FUCK]