Michael Townsend
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You groan as you sit down at the breakfast nook, a bowl of cereal in your hands. You grab your head as it throbs in pain. You could barely think straight.
You and the other Naturals had snuck out the night before to gather information on a case. Michael and Cassie had somehow managed to convince you to drink, which you were very much regretting now.
You didn’t even notice Michael come downstairs. An amused smirk appears on his face as he sees your state.
“You look like shit.” He teases as he grabs a bowl and sits down next to you.