You've got to give until you get (open)

[ossie_oswald]

CHARACTERS: Ossie and YOU!
DATE: Post-excursion
LOCATION: Various
SITUATION: Ossie concocts some bright ideas
WARNINGS: Aftermath of excessive drinking

You've got to prime the pump, you must have faith and believe

Ossie hasn’t felt the full brunt of a hangover in something like sixty-ish years. It’s a rough guess; one day he woke up for another morning of torment in Arcadia without a pounding headache. Or perhaps just not feeling it anymore. Like an evolutionary adaption on a much smaller scale. Or maybe his liver is magic now. Who knows? Not him.
The point is that he swans out of bed as put-together as he always is, rising early with Giles. He has a plan thought of last night and he’s intending on following through. Write drunk and edit sober, as they say.
At around midday, there’s a knock at your door. A small care package of painkillers and bottled water has been left for you, along with a small wrapped sweet from Scoops. Ossie can be seen dropping off a similar package at the doors neighbouring yours.

You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive

You might be wanting a nice quiet breakfast/brunch/’whenever you wake up’ meal to deal with the worst of the Never Have I Ever game. TOO BAD, HERE’S OSWALD. He’s just going to sit himself down across from you with something to snack on for himself, asking something to the effect of “how have you pulled up?” “are you feeling alright?” “do you want me to get you some water?”
He might be mother hen-ing a bit.

Drink all the water you can hold, wash your face, cool your feet

Ossie’s on a tear. He can’t help it. Once he gets going with the gift-giving he’s a veritable little Saint Nick. Even if you aren’t hungover, or really doing much of anything, you’re not safe from Ossie.
Catch him leaving a little packet of trail mix in amongst your belongings if you leave them unattended, or dropping it near you while you’re doing something else.

Leave the bottle full for others, thank you kindly, desert Pete

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you've got to give

[goodweather]

"Well aren't you sunny," Phil grumbles as he pokes another four holes in his breakfast. Phil's not actually really that hungover; he knows full well where his limits are and he knows for a fact he didn't quite cross them. Still, toeing the line kind of fucking sucks.

[ossie_oswald]

"Terribly sorry about that," he lies sunnily, "do you want me to get you anything? Some water, perhaps? I've got some asprins on me."

He beams, "It was quite a bit of fun though, wasn't it? We ought to have more get-togethers like it. Some levity to break up the monotony."

[goodweather]

“I’ve got water, and I’m already waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in.”

Phil gives up for now on choking down the rest of his food and offers a small smile. “Yeah. We really should. It’s—it’s nice, and a closed group of people like this, it’s good for them, I think. Gives people a reason to talk to each other.”

[ossie_oswald]

"Mm. Far better than merely flitting about while people are drinking separately. You know- I've been thinking of starting up a social club. Something to give people reason to come together like that. The mix of rejoicing and commiserating... why, I believe it's just what this place needs."

Ossie nods to himself.

"Have you tried a prairie oyster before, old thing? It works wonders for hangovers- it's what we did in the days before ibuprofen."

Discovered in 1961, in fact.

[goodweather]

“I think that’s a good idea. Even if it’s just you and me it’s a good excuse to actually talk regularly.” He really does enjoy his company, after all, and he doesn’t think it’d hurt to see him a little more than he does, which is honestly not much.

He huffs. Phil won’t turn down such easy generosity. “Christ, I don’t think I’ve had one in fifteen years. Sure, why not. I’ll take it.”

[ossie_oswald]

Ossie's face honest-to-god lights up at the idea, gratified that Phil wants to be talking to him regularly.

"Well! Then, I say, it's settled! I'll make arrangements. It would be lovely to get to talk to you more."

"Since your college days?" Ossie makes a wild guess based on his age and the fact that no sane person willingly imbibes one except in the pursuit of a cure for excessive drinking.

"I'll be back in a jiff," and Ossie stands to go retrieve one for them both.

[goodweather]

"No, I was thirty by then. I just had this weirdo roommate at the time who was insistent on 'all natural remedies' instead of, like, normal meds, and one night I came back completely hungover and he kept insisting on it. I just took one if it got him to shut up."

... Right, that doesn't make him sound great. "I was kind of a chump back then. Wonder where he is."

He lets Ossie do his thing and bides his time as he waits, idly poking more holes through his pancakes. Doing a real great job of fluffing them up over here.

[ossie_oswald]

"Ah, we can't always be the sort of person we like being," Ossie agrees.

He returns quickly with one for each of them, bustling at quite a pace to get back to the table before he's missed. Ossie all but slide back into the booth and offers Phil his and a smile.

"So you're not suffering alone," Ossie wiggles the shot glass with his own, "on three?"

[goodweather]

"On three," he agrees, raising his glass in a mock toast. "One, two..."

And he knocks it backwards. Phil coughs and shakes his head as it goes down, clearing his throat.

"Ugh. It's the egg part I never really god used to."

[ossie_oswald]

Ossie follows suit on three, wincing while he does.

"It's such a fascinating texture," Ossie displays admirable skill in not gagging on it, "but one which I for one am glad one doesn't often encounter in their daily lives. The yolk is supposed to soak up some of what causes the headache, so they say," he muses.

"I certainly feel invigorated, although not from any particular property of the drink, I should say."

[goodweather]

Phil pulls a face, somewhere between distinct discomfort and a sarcastic grin. "Me too. Gotta say, I'm starting to think that maybe that's the trick."

He gives a firm shake of the head as if to clear the feeling from his mind, then chases the drink with water to get the feeling of raw egg whites out of his mouth. "Thank you, though. Anything interesting happen last night while I wasn't looking?"