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"Turn out the damned light, whoever the hell's in the living room." Mark shuffles into the bar, clothes dishevelled, and shielding his eyes. "Damned hangover's eating me alive." He blinks, a bit hazily. "Well, fuck. This isn't the living room." Dragging himself over to a table, he collapses, and prods the nearest rat. "Coffee. Now. Strong. Strongest in the multiverse." And then he puts his head down on the table. Ow? Guess someone made too merry last night.

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"Water. Aspirin. Here." Sara's not looking as bad as Mark does, at least. She remembered to hydrate herself before going to bed.

"mmmmmf." He takes the proffered drugs and liquid, downing them almost without thinking. "fanks."

"You're welcome. You won't try vodka and tequila together again, will you?" Alas, Mark, you have an unsympathetic fiancee.

"Someone said it was good." He blinks at the light, wrinkling his nose for a moment. "Come to think of it, I can't remember who that was."

"Collins, probably. Though he was pretty distracted." The coffee Mark ordered finally shows up, as does Sara's.

"'d think that Collins would know his way around alcohol by now." What Mark means by that's anyone's guess, really. "And 'd also think that this place would have a coffee fountain as much as people drink." Mark might still be just a bit drunk. Whoops.

"........Mark, you're not touching a drop of alcohol for a month, I hope you know."

"Awww, but why?" He makes a face. "I like my wine and beer."

"Could be the fact that you and Adam decided to have a strip war, or it could be the fact that you think Milliways needs a coffee fountain."

"Oh, god, I remember less than I thought." Mark pauses, and headtables. "Please tell me that Jon was too drunk to operate his camera."

"........maybe?"

Headthunk. Headthunk. "Hey. This actually helps clear my head."

"By giving yourself more of a headache?" She grins. "Relax, Mark. People were doing worse."

"Damn, and I missed it?" He blinks. "What else happened?"

"Kyle and Bee were tormenting Paul--I'm not sure about what--and I know Mimi was plotting something. I really don't remember much beyond stopping your strip show."

Mark facepalms. "I'll ask Quin. She probably took notes to blackmail us all." He sighs. "Perhaps it was a bad idea to throw a party." Pause. "What the hell am I saying? We all had fun. No one's permanantly damaged."

"As far as we know at least." She grins. "And there were no arrests."

Mark chuckles, draining the last of that particular cup of coffee. "Well, that's a relief at least. Good to know that we're not giving Joanne anything to do."

"She'd probably smack everyone--babe, more coffee wouldn't be a good thing. You're dehydrated."

"Oh. Water, then?" He eyes a rat which scurries away with the Fear of CSI in him.

Smart rat. "Water. Later on, food would be good but I'm afraid it'd make you sick right now." Sorry, Mark--Sara has more mother in her than she'd believe.

"Murf." Eventually, the rat returns with water, then scurries away. It doesn't really seem to like Sara all that much. "I really need to stop being stupid."

"If you were doing this every night, I'd agree. But people were kept safe and you didn't flirt with alcohol poisoning." She kisses his temple. "S'alright."

"I have things to do. God, I couldn't do this all the time. I don't get how some people can walk through days always hung over. It's nasty." But once in a while, well, it was for a good cause.

"It can be done," is all Sara says, remembering the year she spent as a borderline alcoholic. "Don't worry about it--no one's working, everyone got home safely from what I could see. Your headache'll probably start abating in a bit."

Mark just shrugs. "Oh, well. If anyone tries to work today, I'm liable to kick their arses anyway." He grins. "We all work too much sometimes." Pot. Kettle. Black. Good going, Mark.

"You know, I'd point out what a hypocritical statement that is, but I'm no better."

"Heh. I think all of Today For You is that way. I'm beginning to wonder if Quin's laptop is magically attatched to her body. As with Kyle's costuming notebooks, and Jill's paintbrushes."

"We just don't feel right without our extra limbs."

"No, we really don't." Mark eyes his lack-of-bag. "Could probably add a camera and a field kit to that too."

"Your camera is safe."

Mark makes a face. "Wasn't worried." Beat. "Much."

"..........Right."

"'S true. I know I put it on my desk last night. And Roger knows not to touch it. So it's still there." He thinks. And really, it sounds an awful lot like a rationalization.

"I know."

Mark shrugs, and almost instinctively curls up against Sara a bit. "It was an awesome party, though."

"It was. I'm glad Angel got to come."

"Me too. It somehow just felt right." For the first time in quite a long time, really.

"I'll be taking him and Collins to my Vegas so they can have a weekend out," she says a bit lazily. "I was wondering--want to go to some of the shows some night?"

"Oh, er, sure." Mark blinks, trying to pull his mind back into something that approaches function. "Just tell me when." He can alwaysw come up with excuses to get out of meetings.

"'kay, I will." She kisses his cheek. "Want to go take a nap?"

"Mmmf. Sounds lovely." He gets up, then holds out a hand for her. "Need to sleep this off."

"Let's go."

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