ʀɪᴄʜɪᴇ (beepbeep) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-24 10:06:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !log/thread, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier |
WHO: Eddie & Richie
WHAT: A good breakfast for the hungover drunkard
WHERE: Eddie's room
WHEN: Sunday morning
WARNINGS: Naaaaaah
STATUS: Complete
There were like, so many hangover remedies that Richie knew of - pickle juice (science), hair of the dog (false science), rabbit poop (NOPE), maybe using some good old-fashioned magic because around here, why the fuck not? After he found Eddie in the bar last night, drowning his sorrows and more bloodshot than he had any right to be, he made sure he got back to his room safely and that he wasn't gonna choke on his own vomit or whatever - then Richie stayed with him until he fell asleep and it was lights out, Kaspbrak. Part of him wanted to ask if this was about Jinn, since - well. Whatever was going on between them was the best kind of soap opera en Español - but he hadn't wanted to be too nosy or make Eddie bang his brain cells together since he'd already killed enough of them. So he'd just be nosy today. Helpful and nosy. Richie knew what it was like to be that drunk. The 'wobbling on a stool, room was just put onto a carousel, smelling alcohol on your own breath, balloon inflated in your stomach' kind of drunk. Various hangover remedies could do the trick, but for Eddie he went the hearty breakfast route - Richie whipped him up some scrambled eggs, hot buttered toast with honey, along with orange juice and a cup of coffee. All proven to be positive hangover-combating cuisine (except the coffee, technically, but fucking coffee. It was life fuel). Arriving at Eddie's room, he carried the tray and balanced it carefully in his arms, managing to reach enough to rap on the door. "Hey asshole, you awake?" No one said his bedside manner was that good. "Brought you some breakfast." |