[OOM] Oswin, Moriarty and Hangovers.

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Alcohol is a fiend. A tempting, beguiling fiend.

Moriarty blinks awake at roughly dawn with an impressive headache, a dry mouth and an ache in his side. The latter he was expecting - he'll deny it until the end of time (which, in the bar, gives him considerable flexibility on the duration of his denial), but sleeping on a tough leather sofa is not the best idea when you're injured.

Rubbing his forehead, he shrugs on a dressing gown without bothering to do it up and stumbles into the kitchen to pour himself some water.

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There's a rather pathetic whimper from the bed at All The Noise. Oswin has decided that it'd really be a better life choice right now if she did die. Seriously. Exterminate, get it over with, her brain might already be leaking out her ears.

She's a little afraid to move, just in case her brain starts oozing around places it ought not.