"Shit..." Pain rang from ear to ear, and the acids of the stomach had yet to meet their base. Ezio tossed to one side of his bed, and mindlessly pushed his blanket to the floor. He debated whether or not he really felt like going to the staff meeting. Well, truthfully, even if he wasn't hung over he wouldn't want to go, a staff meeting for teachers sounded incredibly bland. What was there to meet about, really? What textbooks to use? Bleh.<br/><br/>He was already running late, so he needed to make a decision quickly. Staying in bed was the option that was ahead by mile. No body would really notice if he didn't go. Chances were that it would be a waste of time anyway, he wouldn't be able to focus with the nerves in his head vibrating like the skin of a timpani drum. Ezio pulled his pillow over his head and muttered: "Fuck it." His decision was made, or so he thought.<br/><br/>He hit the 'snooze' as opposed to the 'alarm' button on his clock, and as soon as the man closed his green eyes he got the second wake up call that he didn't ask for. Both sets of eyelashes on either eye promptly separated from each other, and with how he was feeling, he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep again. As he brought his hand down harshly on the clock, it silenced. He snatched his hand back and sat up. "Might as well go..."<br/><br/>How should a teacher present themselves? Well-pressed and dressed? Right now, Ezio didn't really care. He ran his slender fingers through his black hair and awkwardly clenched his glasses in his hand. After getting them situated on his face, he threw on the suit jacket that he wore last night. He had slept in his pants and white dress shirt, so he just kept them on despite the wrinkles and dark stain on his dress shirt. He smelled of cologne and whiskey. Last night was a fun night.<br/><br/>The door of room one closed behind him, as he made his way to where he thought the staff meeting was. He did notice that the room had people in it already, so maybe it was the right place. Not far from Lady Violetta was an empty chair. Ezio was less than graceful when he sat down. He rested his arms on the desk and lowered his head into his cupped hands. He was so focussed on how crapoy he felt that Lady Violetta and the new teacher equipment boxes had missed his attention. "I'm starting to regret getting out of bed..." he announced even though he was surrounded by other staff members.