Who: Anders and Zevran Where: Zevran's bedroom What: 'The Morning After' Warnings: Nothing too explicit. Might be some reference to the night before.
Anders felt like death. He opened his eyes a split second and realized that was a mistake. He closed them again, rolling into a fetal position. Just the little movement made his stomach turn a bit. "Never drinking again," he muttered into his hands that were guarding his face.
His head hurt too much to realize he was in a very unfamiliar place. Nothing registered except the wonderful headache. "Call a healer, I'm dying," he said, not expecting a response.