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Monday Morning - Echolls Residence
Sep. 26th, 2005 11:07 amLogan wakes with his head pounding furiously for the second day in a row. Groaning, he flops over and reaches into his nightstand for the flask of whiskey he keeps there. He unscrews the cap, tossing it aside and tips the bottle into his mouth. A single droplet slides down the inside of the bottle and into his mouth.
He swears, tossing the empty bottle aside.
Dragging himself out of bed, he stumbles out of his room and to the bar next to the pool. He stares at the bar shelves in disbelief for a moment, then yells, "Where the hell did all my booze go?"
He swears, tossing the empty bottle aside.
Dragging himself out of bed, he stumbles out of his room and to the bar next to the pool. He stares at the bar shelves in disbelief for a moment, then yells, "Where the hell did all my booze go?"
