The first thing Luke noticed was the throbbing ache in his skull. The second was that the weight on his chest was making it a little hard to breathe. He opened one eye and found himself staring at a much closer ceiling than he remembered. The swimming tile pattern was new, too. He shut his eye and sucked in a slow, deep breath, conscious of soft puffs of warm air hitting his neck and a strange tickling feeling on his face. Both eyes shot open for about a quarter second before squinting shut again, the sudden influx of light sending flares of agony through his brain. He stirred and felt the weight shift, a groggy moan reaching his dazed ears. His eyes opened slower this time, and Luke looked down to see a mop of wild, blond hair spilled across his cheeks. He eased himself up into a sitting position, carefully holding Alice in his arms as he sat up on the bar where the pair had fallen asleep. He glanced down at the empty bottle clutched in his hand, and his eyes swiveled to Alice's milky-white thighs straddled over his waist. There were worse ways to wake up.<br/><br/>'Damn. Seriously, I have<em>got </em>to find out where she got this.' Luke pushed his shades up onto his forehead and rubbed his eyes tenderly. 'Nirvana? Can you-' Before he could complete the thought he felt the medichines activating, metabolizing the alcohol and ridding it from his body. He appreciated the relief, but was a little disappointed that 'Ana still wasn't speaking to him and idly wondered what he'd have to do to earn her forgiveness. In a matter of seconds, his head cleared and the lights stopped trying to turn his brain into sushi. He pulled out an empty syringe and plunged the needle into his thigh, withdrawing a few CCs of blood, and injected it into Alice's stomach to allow the medichines to detox her as well. He tapped her gently on the shoulder to wake her.<br/><br/>"Wakey wakey, kitten. I think we're going to war today..."