Arthur blinked his eyes open, wondering why his bed was hard and why the ceiling was so high. Belatedly, he realized he was on his couch instead of his bed, and he could smell a trace of alcohol in his clothes.
He hadn't even changed from the clothes he wore to the movie's sacrifi--pre crank-in party.
Frowning because it was very different from his usual self, Arthur attempted to get up--attempted--and met with a piercing headache. Ugh--how much did he drink last night? Arthur groaned and suddenly felt a disturbance in the air.
to be exact, a disturbance in his sacred kitchen.
He woke up feeling alarmed--because who was it who dared to invade his kitch--
And then he paused. And then he blinked. And then he screamed inwardly in belated panic.
Eugene!
Arthur pushed himself up and was assaulted by another piercing pain. He balanced himself groggily and turned around, blinking the bleariness away so he could see the kitchen with clearer eyes.
