[ He's had enough water that he feels like he's swimming. He's had enough alcohol that he feels like he's drowning. And whether he's swimming or drowning or whatever, he's also feeling particularly suffocated, too, though less by Crowley's presence than his own mind.
As he sits up on the bed — blissfully fully clothed by now — it's obvious he hasn't bothered with a shower or doing anything about his unruly mop of (overgrown, at this point) hair, either. Quite a sight, am I right?
He grunts. ]
No, no, that's— that's okay. Must've had too good a time, dancin' aside. Don't remember all that much. 'Cept wakin' up. Talkin' to you. Uhh... Shan.
[ Blake unscrews the cap of the water with one hand and presses his palm to his forehead with the other. ]
Really, that's— Fffff.
[ A vague gesture and now he's trying to add that water to his body, even if he must have put down a half-gallon when he'd stumbled back to his room. ]
action;
As he sits up on the bed — blissfully fully clothed by now — it's obvious he hasn't bothered with a shower or doing anything about his unruly mop of (overgrown, at this point) hair, either. Quite a sight, am I right?
He grunts. ]
No, no, that's— that's okay. Must've had too good a time, dancin' aside. Don't remember all that much. 'Cept wakin' up. Talkin' to you. Uhh... Shan.
[ Blake unscrews the cap of the water with one hand and presses his palm to his forehead with the other. ]
Really, that's— Fffff.
[ A vague gesture and now he's trying to add that water to his body, even if he must have put down a half-gallon when he'd stumbled back to his room. ]