Percy ignored the ordering of food and simply lifted his elbows onto the table - a rude gesture he would usually never make - and lay his chin in his hands. His fingers scratched at his eyelids a moment as he yawned. He quickly shook his head, not wanting to let sleepiness take over again.
He had to stay awake.
"Nightmares," he replied, too drunk to think of a way not to answer a question addressed to him. Alcohol: veritaserum light. "First the dissection. Been having that one for a week now. Then Fred. Been having that one for five years."
He reached out for his glass of firewhiskey, needing to drown out the dreams yet again.