This school was going to be the death of him. Why weren't there more wizard hospitals in the world? And why did the one in Ireland have to be full? England was the only place with vacancies and Shannon was damned if he would go to that particular hell. When the students weren't coming to him with ridiculous injuries, they were either complaining or hitting on him. While flattering, it was completely inappropriate, and Shannon had no idea how to deal with it. It certainly wasn't something he'd learned in training.
Once everything seemed to calm down and the candles had been dispersed, Shannon figured it was time to unwind. He was in his own office having a glass of Irish Whiskey when he saw Poppy's post. She was drinking too? How loose of her. Shannon was always saying she needed to relax, after all. Without really caring whether she would agree or not, Shannon picked up his glass, shoved his whiskey under his arm, and grabbed a candle to lead the way. It wasn't far to Poppy's office.
Popping around her door, Shannon smiled. An obnoxious and fake smile. She'd better be drunk. He hated sober Poppy. Hell, he needed to be drunk. He hardly like Poppy when he was sober, even when she was drunk. Draining his glass, Shannon put it down on her desk. "I brought the whiskey. Want a shot?" he asked as he began to pour himself another drink. Straight. He didn't know where the soda was, and he wasn't about to go rummaging around for it in the dark. Straight liquor would be fine for one night, it wasn't like it was the first time anyways.