"God damn my head hurts."

The proclamation was a reiterating statement to say the least as David attempted to press the tab on the soda machine for a bottle of water... only to get a can of Sprite Zero instead. He looked at the container of pain killers in his left hand and the can of soda that sat in the machine. There was a pause in any other actions as he tried to overcome the huge hangover enough to process what just happened. "Soda and pain killers... [i]wonderful[/i]."

Without being able to much of anything given his predicament, David reached down and took the soda. He began grumbling to himself as he popped the lid of the nearly empty bottle pain killers and took the remaining quantity into his mouth before tossing the bottle over his back into the cylinder trash can. It was hard to remember much of the night before besides the great sex and finding himself in a motel room with two women in his bed, but for him that was the only thing he really cared to remember since the phone call had gotten his naked butt up and moving for the day. 

Drinking the sprite with his painkillers was nothing less than disgusting. The feeling of the painkillers' coating dissolving onto his tongue just before he swallowed them down reminded him of those crappy vitamin tablets that the doctors gave you as a kid. "Today was supposed to be my day off. Just my luck."

Entering through the double doors of the meeting room in it's normal ceremonious fashion of key card and handprint, David noticed that he wasn't late nor would he be noticed too much given the talking that made his head feel like it was in a vice. This meant he needed a seat as far away from the speaker until the pks' effect kicked in. Sadly the only seats present were the ones available at an oval table that seemed to stand there in a way that mocked him. The silver table and the light fixtures added that equilibrium of blurriness that made David give a grumbling sigh to himself as he found a seat and eased into it. 

He was sure the direction of chit chat would eventually switch to talk about him, but simply ignored such prattle and brought the soda up to his lips to drink it down. Remarkably the sprite was helping ease the headache a bit - or perhaps the painkillers were kicking in? Tilt his head back, David brought the back of his free hand to cover his eyes and he gave a soft groan of disatifaction.