Chester woke up, ears ringing, his head hurting and his stomach turning. He was [i]hungover[/i]. And he didn't enjoy it. Not one bit. He got up from his bed, and like a Zombie, he made his way to the bathroom, dunking his head in the sink, he turned on the water, the cold water soothed his headache - soon replacing it with a freezing sensation. "Freaking bar.." He mumbled, drinking from the sink. He got dressed - in a tattered and sweaty long-sleeved shirt he had been wearing for the last five days. 

Making his way downstairs, he looked at the shopkeeper who's house he and Lina had been staying at - he still hadn't learned his name. "Sup" Chester asked, his voice was dry and rough, like sandpaper. "You got water?" He followed up, and was handed a glass of water, which he chugged immediately, his skin was still dry, his lips likewise, and his eyes had hefty bags under them.

"Where's Lina?" He asked, as Lina patted him on the shoulder, and he scoffed. "More importantly, where's all the money I won us yesterday?" He asked again, feeling his stomach turning, he dashed to the bathroom - he had poison to barf.