"That would be the whiskey." He replied, warm and amused and fully intent on ignoring the way his own ears were still crested red, though that was the walk as much as it was the gin and whatever it was the shots had been. Edwin had ended up washing not just his face but scrubbing down his chest and arms and the back of his neck as well, because once he'd started the relative cool of the wet washcloth felt marvelous.

Brushing his teeth was done as quickly as possible because he detested the feel of it, likewise he disliked the burn of the mouthwash but didn't mind the cooling effect of the mint flavor.

He'd only just finished changing into sleepwear when the text from Crystal came through, "She's made it home." He commented, "And says she'll bring 'hangover breakfast' for us tomorrow so we're fortified for the trip to the botanical gardens."