Dedalus & Open
When Dedalus woke up that morning in his own private room, he hardly had any recollection of the stag party the night before. The only reminder he had that there had been one, in fact, was the splitting headache that had greeted him upon waking. Thankfully, there were two vials waiting for him on the table at his bedside. One hangover cure and one pepper-up potion - just what he needed. He took them, then set off to find something to eat and find his half of the wedding party.
The wedding didn't begin until five o'clock that day, so he had quite a bit of time on his hands. And quite a bit of time left to over think everything and how he was going to make a right git out of himself somehow that day. He sat in a chair in the kitchen, picking at a muffin as he wasn't really all that hungry anymore. He heard someone else plodding softly into the kitchen and turned around to see who it was.