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[Sandy's House - Morning]

The front of Sandy's house/shop seemed a mite ill-kept. Papers all over the front counter, dust collecting on his statuettes, and Smoothie could just make out a messy pile of sand through the crack in his workroom door.

Turns out not having magic tended to be bad for the magical sculpture business.

A loud *thump* sounded from upstairs, followed by some rolling about on the floor and some frustrated grousing. "Upstairs!" Sandy called from...well, upstairs.

And then, much quieter: "I am suffering from the side-effects of over-consumption of cider, but am otherwise unharmed...augh shush me you're talkin' too loud..."
Smoothie didn't quite manage to hear that, for she was downstairs, and he was upstairs, and he was whispering.

She walked upstairs, and found Sandy.

Okay, he must be drunk and hungover at the same time, because Smoothie looks way too tall to be Smoothie.

Wait, no, that's probably just a growth spurt.

"What happened to you?" She asked, not really familiar with the symptoms of being hungover.