No tremors, no sense of disconnection, no absence of dexterity. If it wasn't for the cramping, the pounding in his head and the labour of his heart struggling in his chest, and the nausea, and the hunger—Advil would be a start, certainly—and beneath all of that, something else. Something good. Maybe whatever he took last night hasn't cleared out of his system.
A lurch. Something agreeable beneath the waters of his consciousness. Yes, just a one-night stand, an inconsequential collision that is, perhaps, not worth the hangover, but then again, Daniel doesn't remember much about the main event. Maybe he half-remembers something else that can fill in the blanks. A gentle hand is helping, stirring them up. Take your pick.
"No rush," says the man in the corner. Pretty, narrow face, big eyes, black curls. "Take your time."
There is a sound coming from the bathroom. Like a person, moaning. Not a nice sound.
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No tremors, no sense of disconnection, no absence of dexterity. If it wasn't for the cramping, the pounding in his head and the labour of his heart struggling in his chest, and the nausea, and the hunger—Advil would be a start, certainly—and beneath all of that, something else. Something good. Maybe whatever he took last night hasn't cleared out of his system.
A lurch. Something agreeable beneath the waters of his consciousness. Yes, just a one-night stand, an inconsequential collision that is, perhaps, not worth the hangover, but then again, Daniel doesn't remember much about the main event. Maybe he half-remembers something else that can fill in the blanks. A gentle hand is helping, stirring them up. Take your pick.
"No rush," says the man in the corner. Pretty, narrow face, big eyes, black curls. "Take your time."
There is a sound coming from the bathroom. Like a person, moaning. Not a nice sound.