As the sun started to seep through the windows, Faelan could already feel how shitty his day was going to be. Just the presence of light seared it's painful way into his head. Struggling to stand up, it took him a second to realize he was in Larentia's bed. He'd gotten too drunk last night, and let himself get too soft, too emotional. He could feel Shula's anger from the next room. Unfortunately, he could also feel her hang over, almost as bad as his own. His head felt like it'd had a rusty chain ripped through it, and the rest of his body felt the affects of the booze seemed to be just as bad. His movements were sluggish as he forced himself to the door. The door was open, and Shula seemed to be busy making a mess in the kitchen. Her disappointment in the night's events was almost palpable, even without the bond letting him into her mind.<br/><br/>Shambling slowly into the kitchen's vicinity, he attempted to scoot past her, somehow managing to stumble and trip around her. Reaching for the alcohol cabinet, he was disappointed to realize the sheer number of empty bottles laying around the counters, and only a couple of weak drinks sitting in the nearly barren cabinet. "Damnit," he muttered to himself as he grabbed a bottle, wincing as the bitter flavor ran over his tongue. "That's going to be an expensive night to replace, huh?" he tried to say, his words coming out in a fuzzy tone. Looking around the counter, he pushed a couple of bottles away, towards the trash can. They'd actually gone through nearly his entire cabinet, a shocking amount of alcohol, even for him. "Fucked up last night, won't happen again," he muttered as he pushed himself to the bathroom. That much fluid in his system meant he really had to piss.<br/><br/>In the bathroom, as he washed his hands, he took a good look in the mirror. His pale skin looked flushed even now. Splashing some cold water onto his face seemed to help him wake up a little. Slowly, he even cupped some into his hand, the refreshing water tasting much better than the beer. Staring into the mirror again, he saw his sister in him. The twin part held true, and he knew this isn't what she would have wanted. A demon in her house, as he fell apart. She'd been against him drinking so often, and it'd only gotten worse when she couldn't stop him, she couldn't tell him no. He slammed his fist into the counter, a short rumble coming from the cheap sink. It livened up his hand, the sensation almost welcomed.