Vincent could smell breakfast being made, but his head hurt a little too much for him to get up. He opened his eyes, and rolled onto his back, holding his head and looking up at the ceiling. "God..." he sighed, already feeling the head throbbing pain. He slowly sat up, looking around him. "W-What happened?" he mumbled, unsure at first, trying to remember what was going on, where he was at, and everything else. That's right, he remembered drinking last night, and he was at Liz's house. Vincent slowly got up off the couch, not feeling very well as it was. He managed to walk into the kitchen, sitting at the dining room table, holding his head. Didn't look like he'd be able to do anything today. Normally, after a person goes drinking, they should rest. Not be up and about as they may still be considered 'drunk' in most people's eyes. As for him, his head just hurt a lot and it was hard to think straight. "Morning..." he said tiredly.