Jacob so sorely needed sleep, that he managed to stay unconscious for thirteen hours. By the time he started to stir, he was at least well and truly sober. Though he had an agreement with Opium who kept the ill-effects of the drug to a minimum, he had no such deal with Alcohol. And so he woke to a raging headache, no doubt in part from lack of food and proper hydration.
Jacob groaned, pulling his hands cover his eyes. They were closed, and even the light through his eyelids was like a knife to his brain. "Fuck," he hissed. The memory of last night hadn't filtered through yet, so all he could think was why the hell was he sober? "What smells?" he asked, unaware it was him, and certainly not expecting an answer. He did not remember that Wil was here.