<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">Giving a small nod, he had to agree. It would have been better to tell a little white lie to explain why he'd missed his shift. And it wasn't a complete lie; he felt like shit. He looked around then, looking for his clothes...but he didn't see them. No matter that for the moment.<br/><br/>Food sounded good even though he wasn't sure if he could keep anything down.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #99AAFF">"No cream or sugar, please, just really strong,"</span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">he said.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">"And I think I might be able to keep something down. Just...maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to eat in here... I'd hate to ruin your sheets or this rug,"</span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">he said with a sheepish smile. He thought it best if he didn't throw up all over the nice sheets and rug; they looked expensive. While he wasn't worried about having to replace them, Silver would feel horrible for having ruined anything in this man's home.</span></span>