Nevile laughed at Motto’s daydreams.<br/>“Ya hev the weardest fantasays man.  Bet don’ ya warry, et may not be a bay full of dencers, bet ets gunna be good.”  Nevile and Motto then continued to laugh and joke the night away.<br/><br/>The next afternoon, Nevile slept in with his hangover.  He was woken up when Motto barged in and grabbed his face.<br/>“What are you doing?”  Nevile was trying to ask, but Motto’s hands were squishing his face so it came out smushed.  Pushing the boy back off, Nevile sat himself back up.<br/>“Oh really?  What’s your plan then?  Mine involved a club and a charming smile but let’s hear yours first.”  Nevile really needed some caffeine, it was far to bright to be up and about without any energy.  “I don’t know what you did to kill your hangover so fast, but I envy its quick death.”