Who: Watson, and Jack.
What: Hungover, Watson attempts to find some solace and sobriety with some coffee.
Where: The cafe.
When: The day after Watson's binge drinking with Owen and Ford.
It was not a very good morning, so far, and there was no promise of it getting any better any time soon.
Watson, after downing a large glass of water or two and a couple of tablets, had somehow managed to dress and drag himself down to the cafe. Really, he wouldn't have minded curling up in bed for the next several hours until his head stopped pounding, but despite how sick he felt, he also felt very restless and seemed incapable of sleeping it off.
Thankfully, the hotel was not playing games with him at this particular moment. A pot of hot, strong black coffee and a cup were quickly set down before him, along with some buttered toast that he wasn't entirely sure he could stomach.
Sitting in a quiet corner of the empty cafe, he nibbled a bit, and sipped the coffee, and wondered idly about the possibilities of death. He hated feeling ill, even if it was self-induced.