Higgs didn't get shitfaced often. Sure, he got drunk but rarely to this level. A part of him knew he was going to reach this state even if it hadn't been planned exactly. He never felt fully comfortable letting go around his other DEs. He didn't trust them for a second. Against the enemy? Certainly. But around other DEs they would throw him under the bus and not think twice about it. Loyalty seemed to have been forgotten as soon as this war was over.
He needed water and his hangover potion. It was by sink. Or was it by his nightstand? Shit, he couldn't remember. Sink first. He wanted food. Mmm, food. Why was his shirt sticky? Oh yeah, fucker spilled beer on him. In a single motion he had pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side when he noticed someone else was in the room.
"Eleanor! You're up, up, up. Want food? Bloody starving. I think eggs. Waffles! Might as well cook bacon. Want any? Of course you do. I'll make breakfast."