Who: Lindsey McDonald and [Open to multiple tags] When: The morning after this. What: A very hungover Lindsey Where: Streets Rating: TBD (PG at the very least)
It'd been a horrible idea looking back after the fact.
After Magneto's impassioned speech about the emergence of homo-superiors as the dominant race and how humans could either jump in ass kissing or exit the stage, Lindsey remembered an uproar over the nonfunctional TVs (he barely used his, so what did he care?) and a nearly full bottle of Scotch. Things had become very hazy after that until waking up the next morning to a stabbing headache and a cotton dry mouth when a beam of light from the window hit him full in the face where he lay on the floor.
The last time he'd gotten that drunk had been after he'd found out he was going to graduate from law school at the top of his class and he had a job offer. At least then, it had been celebratory.
A study of the extent of the damage done found an empty bottle sitting next to his laptop, on which was pulled up the forum. At some point he had been coherent enough to work the Shift button and type, but not very to not remember making the post that had all but announced what had been weighing on his mind for some time. Shit. He cringed and stumbled over to the closet, feeling a need to not only get out of the suddenly very small penthouse, but the office as well, until he needed to be back for a meeting.
Sometime later, he was on the street, battling the alternating headache and stomach revolt as the consequences of his drinking binge took hold. Spotting a street vendor nearby, he ordered the largest plain coffee he could get before continuing on his way.