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RP: Hungover Shenanigans
Who: Roger and Ernie

What: Roger is severely hungover, Ernie is doing a favour for a friend

Where: Roger's flat, Mayfair

When: Sunday morning, at the ungodly hour of eleven o'clock

Rating: SFW

There was knock on the door. It actually took Roger a moment to differentiate the pounding in his head and the pounding on his door. Indeed, if he had been in a position to appreciate it, he may have admitted that the knock on the door was downright diffident. But after the night of drinking and dancing at Ben's birthday, Roger really wasn't in the position to appreciate such subtle niceties.

There was another knock on the door, a tad more firm this time. Roger groaned and launched himself out of bed, padding out of the room and down the stairs. He'd forgotten that his Healer was coming to see him today.

"I've told you already, Wesley, I'm fine," he said hoarsely as he opened the door. "The stretches that Ali gave me, plus the-" he looked at the man standing looking at him in shock. Idly, Roger became aware that he was in nothing but a rather tight pair of boxers, and that the man in front of him was not in fact Wesley Wallace. "You're not Wesley," he said, almost accusingly at the man standing in front of him.