Oh, hell... He spat again, wiping at his mouth with the corner of the towel, then reached for the glass. A sip, swish and spit relieved his mouth of the thick taste of sick. Another sip simultaneously soothed and burned his throat and he downed the rest in one more long pull.
"Last night." He passed up the glass and reached for the towel, wiping at his face. "Can we not? Mostly because I think I'm still pissed..." He made a twirly motion toward Katie, urging her to turn around while he stood, hoping to keep some hungover dignity intact while he found another towel to sling around his waist.
"At least, not until at least part of my blood is replaced by some very strong coffee, because I'm pretty sure it's mostly Firewhiskey right now."