(For the easiest, you can call Ealadha E if you like. It's a nickname, plus it means you don't have to keep writing it out over and over again.))

Ealadha turned sharply as Effy fell, he held back a laugh, and twisted back round to finish sorting out his hair. He stood slowly, his mouth opening widely in a yawn. He was tired. Incredibly tired. He headed over to the fridge but caught sight of himself in the mirror. "Holy sh*t." He cursed, noticing the large black rings that had formed about his eyes. "Jesus, it wasn't that bad... What happened?" He murmered to himself, only just realising he could no longer remember what had happened at the venue he'd been at last night. He'd obviously once again got twice, maybe even thrice, as drunk as anyone else there. He sighed, growling and swearing, as he headed over to the kitchen to make some coffee.

"No idea. I'm going to the Late Lounge tonight if anyone's interested." He mentioned, grabbing a tablet for his head ache as he replied to Effy's question.

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