It's been a long, long week of Nightmare pushing everybody nearly to their dusting point; or for you, dropping from absolutely exhaustion.

Typically you'd relax with a nice cup of chamomile lavender tea with a bit of honey drizzle, but after Killer mentioned drinking away the afternoon with some fancy wine that the bossman kept stocked up on, you turned a blind eye at the idea of tea.

It's been an incredibly long week, after all. you'd doubt a simple cup of tea would do the trick. But, something heavier will.

"..What time is it?"

Killer would speak up after who knows how long. you could tell he was more than just tipsy with that wavy tone in his voice and his own almost empty wine bottle.

You personally had only gone through maybe two glasses, so you were only tipsy..

But sure as hell you'd struggle with waking up. You could only mentally note that Killer would feel even less motivated for a migraine when he wakes up at probably around noon.