malik
i've got more wit, a better kiss
His head is pounding.
It's not unlike Malik to wake up in a daze and have nearly no memory of the night before. Sometimes there are fragments that come back to him, but this time, all he can remember is that the drinks just kept coming. It had been hard to say no.
He rises from his bed and wakes up the woman next to him. It's clear they had slept together, but there is no memory of just how good (or how bad) the night had been. Either way, he gestures for her to leave and she seems disappointed, but Malik never sleeps with someone twice or lets them stay. Plus, now that he looks at her, she's kind of ugly and it would be a bit embarrassing to have to go out walking in public with her.
It takes some time, but he manages to stumble out into the Court streets. The sun beats down and makes his headache worse, but he knows one of the merchants sells a cure in the form of a potion. He's in the middle of buying it when he sees one of the Ieshans out of the corner of his eye. Malik doesn't remember her name, but he's fairly certain she's part of the noble family. Unlike whatever he had brought in last night, she's actually hot. Quickly, he takes the potion like a shot and walks over to the woman. He puffs out his chest to appear more together than he actually feels.
"Why hello there, beautiful," he says with a smile and leans in closer to her. "What brings you out on this fine day?"
