"Ngh..."
Eugene blinked slowly, wincing at the sunlight pouring through multiple windows. For a few seconds, he wondered why the ceiling looked so close, before remembering that he was sleeping in a car.
The slight throbbing in the back of his head also reminded Eugene that he had a hangover--thankfully, not a very intense one. He groaned and pushed himself up, belatedly realizing that Arthur wasn't around, only leaving a jacket on Eugene's lap. Yawning and moaning at the same time, Eugene rummaged through the front seat to find a plastic bag with a bottle of hangover cure inside.
"What time is it?" Eugene drank the medicine while glancing at his phone, and then found it was totally dark. Dead. Uncharged.
Hannah was so totally going to give him an earful.
