How was there bright, bright daylight streaming over the bed? Avery screwed his eyes tightly shut, because his head was just aching, and boy he wanted to sleep it off so bad.
"Whadyawan'?" he slurred when Lyra spoke, and then something plastic hit him in the face and he sat up with a start, followed by a moan. He felt like his head was itching. Something was digging into his hair and making his scalp itch but finding out what was some kind of effort and a half.
"Oh fuck." There was money in the sheets. Money? Money from a bag at the end of the bed with a crudely drawn money sign on it. Notes of various denominations too. There were a couple sticking out of the waistband of his boxers. He vaguely remembered Lyra telling him to put shorts on specifically so she could do that. "What day is it," he croaked, holding a hand over his eyes. "Need water."