Thomas Jefferson was scrawled on his couch with the.. worst hangover imaginable. His head pounding, his body aching. It was hell!

Jefferson was a heavy drinker, he never really knew how to control how much he drank. He just winged it; he just loved his whiskey. His head shifts towards the door whenever he heard a knock. He replies in grumbles.

“Uhm… Come in!..”

He sounded a bit hoarse. He clears his throat.