Two-For-One on Hangovers, Aisle 5.

[zenigatcha]

After a night of hard drinking and harder discussions, Zenigata Koichi is having Regrets. He might've done a Bad Thing and now, there are consequences. So many head-pounding consequences.

Zenigata is also the very picture of a hungover salaryman; suit rumpled, tie gone lopsided, shirt half untucked, pants looking slept-in. He came down for breakfast, and instead ended up with cereal and a bottle of beer, because that's just the type of man Zenigata Koichi is. Hair o' the dog! It's fine, it's fine! He'll be fine.

(He's not going to be fine, he's an idiot.)

Wei Wuxian is not fine either. He has not had this much to drink, this quickly, since long before the Sunshot Campaign. He would be still hiding from the world and his aching head in bed, but the evil fiend who made sure he got to bed last night also rousted him from it this morning. He has gone a somewhat different route to deal with his immensely poor life choices - he has a pot of tea large enough to serve four, and a bowl of congee topped with chicken and fried onions and enough chili sauce to make the average person cry. Wei Wuxian is going to burn this hangover back to the hell it came from, one bite at a time.

(This is not going to work, but damned if he won't try.)

Right now, neither is eating, whether it's cereal or congee. Zenigata slumps back in is seat with his hat over his face, and Wei Wuxian has his arm slung over his. Everything is too bright, and too noisy, even this early in the morning.


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[sunbaked_baker]

"Yikes," a passing baker offers eloquently, the morning's tray of baked goods for sale balanced against her hip.

"I suppose it was a kindness that whatever chewed you two up had the decency to spit you back out again, but I'm not actually sure."

[zenigatcha]

"Sunshine-chaaaaaaaaaaaaan," is the first pitiful thing that comes out from under the hat.

Nothing else comes out from under the had, though, because it's still too bright to endure. So instead, he just whines. He has regrets. Why do you mock his regrets, Sunshine?

[alongfallfromgrace]

"Aiya..." Wei Wuxian whimpers, waving a fretful hand at her speaking. "More softly, have a care for this fragile man."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Poor things," she says, maybe a touch softer, as though speaking of a dearly beloved invalid in the next room. "To be left in such a state by the cruel vagaries of fate, or by their own doing."

But there are two plates being set - with a modicum of gentleness - on the table, and two hot, fresh cinnamon rolls being served.

"But moaning and looking pathetic will only help so much. You need fluids, and some food." And carbs are good for helping readjust one's blood sugar after the effects of too much alcohol.

[zenigatcha]

The smell is so strong, so delicious--but his stomach warbles in distress. Still, it's probably better for him than cereal and yet more beer. He tilts his hat back - he's managed to shave today, at least, despite the hangover.

"You are a blessed angel, Sunshine-chan," he murmurs before he puts a strip of delicious, pull-apart cinnamon roll in his mouth, and then vanishes back under his hand again.

[undead_radish_seller]

"Breakfast?" offers Wen Ning, entirely too cheerful for a fierce corpse, and the hour, and the state the two are in.

[alongfallfromgrace]

"Wen Ning," Wei Wuxian whines, hands held up in a weak plea for mercy. "Wen Ning, gentle, be more gentle."

Honestly, a little mercy is surely not too little to ask for.

[zenigatcha]

Zenigata just gropes for his beer on the table, picks it up long enough to take a swig when he only halfway lifts his hat, and sets it back down.

He is the least responsible about his hangover.

[undead_radish_seller]

"Wei-gongzi!" Wen Ning says, a lot more quiet. "Zenigata-qianbei! What happened to you?"

Pause.

"Were you attacked, or was it alcohol?"

[alongfallfromgrace]

"Stop judging." Wei Wuxian scolds, lifting his arm to glower at Wen Ning with bloodshot eyes. "Here I am suffering, and you are so cruel."

Zenigata, please!

[hat_and_dimples]

At some stage, a little man inn golden robes and a stiff black hat comes by and considers the pitiful spectacle that Zenigata presents.

"Good morning, Zenigata-qianbei," Jin Guangyao says with a soft voice. "I would say it's good to see you again, but you don't look that good at the moment. Would you like some water? Tea?"

what you don't want a fight with wwx too?

[zenigatcha]

"Ah, hello, Jin Guangyao," Zenigata says, still bleary eyed after cinnamon roll and sitting about being a lump. "Tea would be lovely, thank you very much."

not just springing it on poor hungover wwx! if he turns up, he's welcome to try

[hat_and_dimples]

Jin Guangyao turns to go to the kitchen, and returns five minutes later with a medium-sized side-handled Yixing clay teapot that contains a very brisk and astringent green tea, which he pours for Zenigata.

"Tea," he states.

ah, building up to the beat down. with a hungover cop in the mix. best idea ever!!

[zenigatcha]

"Thank you," he says, and accepts the cup with the duck of his head that would be a bow if he weren't a hot, hungover mess. "I see your morning has you far more... mmm... in better straights that I."

what could possibly go wrong?

[hat_and_dimples]

"I didn't drink much last night," Jin Guangyao says. "I just chatted idly to a fellow with" -- he gestures vaguely -- "legs."

Very Obviously for WWX

[thesecondjade]

It was becoming habit now (as Lan Zhan, like it or not, liked his routine.) Go about morning business, assist in afternoons where he can. Evening, slip away between the trees for a regular walk with his newfound talisman -- a carefully preserved linen napkin from the bar, used to ask for a door. He might've enhanced it a little with his own magic (though if Bar honors it or not, who can say) and so far it's been the key he needs.

So when he comes in what is apparently morning when he was in the evening, he scrunches his nose slightly at it, and goes to the bar. At least, in the morning, it is less crowded. Easier to avoid people.

Re: Very Obviously for WWX

[alongfallfromgrace]

If he just keeps looking that-a-way, he can avoid a very distraught and ill-looking Wei Wuxian - pale, barely-put-together, with blood-shot eyes and a stricken expression. It's one thing to know the Jins are here, but it's quite another to nearly stumble into one when trying to return to your breakfast.

He's hugging Chenqing to his chest like it is a favorite toy that might be stolen away as he stumbles for the back door. He needs to go. He needs to go, strengthen the wards, make sure a-Yuan is fine, and just... not think about it. Yes. Doing that.

He's trying not to think about how very sunshine-y bright it is out there, for as long as he can.

[thesecondjade]

It takes about three glances to see the gold-plated problem, and the black-clad escapee from the bar. Turning right around he follows Wei Wuxian right ot the door he just came in a moment ago, and brings up slow.

"Wei Ying," he says as the only warning before he reaches out to grip the other man's arm, just above his elbow. "Wei Ying, are you safe? Are you injured?"

Lan Zhan puts nothing past the Jin; if something happened in the bar, he wants to know immediately, so he can bring down some justice that his uncle can't interfere in.

[alongfallfromgrace]

Wei Wuxian is reacting before his battered brain can catch up, twisting in the hold he's found himself, thrusting Chenqing forward like it's the sword he abandoned so long ago.

But...

Wait...

"Lan Zhan." He breathes, a beat behind the action, pulling Chenqing back abruptly, the fluid grace of muscle memory disappearing in the blink of an eye. "I... what? No. Not hurt."

[thesecondjade]

There is a pause, as Lan Zhan takes him in, eyes going from head to tow and back again. That's when the sour smell hits him.

Hangover sweat is a real thing, and it is really unpleasant. It doesn't get brought into Cloud Recesses often, but outside it? Lan Zhan has certainly smelt it. Here he is, smelling it again.

"Excessive drinking?" There's so much said in two words: so much weight. Aggravation, annoyance, frustration, and a hint of exasperated affection. Goddamn it, Wei Ying, don't you know there are Jin about. He saw Jin Guangyao right there!

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's a little sore after his sparring match with Yamato and picks up his cupcakes with his caf when he sees Zenigata and the other man.

He sits down next to Zenigata and looks at the beer label, "Want some caf instead?"

[zenigatcha]

"No," says the sad, tired man under his hat. Then he tilts it back, bleary eyed, to look at Cassian. Then he looks at Wei Wuxian.

"...do i know you?"

I mean, it's Milliways, people are friendly. But right now he's got rocks for brains and they're whiskeystones to boot.

[alongfallfromgrace]

"No, you don't know me at all. You're just the fiend who dragged me down here." Wei Wuxian complains, fitfully kicking at Zenigata's shin. Clearly the state of his head is Zenigata's fault.

After a moment he lifts his arm to peer blearily at the newcomer.

"I don't know you either."

[childofrebellion]

"He dragged you down?"

Hauling someone around seems like something Zenigata would do, but not to a stranger.

The kicking partly hits Cassian and he glares at Wei Wuxian who's clothing seems very Core, "Watch your feet."

[zenigatcha]

"I also dragged you to your bed when you couldn't walk straight last night," Zenigata grouses, kicking Wei Wuxian back.

"Forgive him," he says to Cassian with a crooked grin. "He got shitfaced because he couldn't accept beer as a perfectly good drink and had to keep testing other liquors to make up for it."