[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/USb1KVF.png[/img][/center] Grayson had grown anxious while he had waited for some sort of relief about the unknown girl's condition that night, having paced back and forth in front of his cart until he noticed the doctor finally arrive at the scene. While slightly relieved at the time, ultimately he knew that tonight was a disaster. Not only had his plan backfired and several innocent townsfolk would probably suffer some rather horrid hours in the bathroom, but now the mayor was nowhere in sight and more than likely helping the young lady. And, as much as he wanted to continue his prank on the Mayor, he felt it was time to admit defeat for the girl's sake. He didn't want her caretaker taking care of himself more than the girl who definitely needed constant attention at the moment. He never liked to admit defeat, but that night he ultimately had to, grabbing several more of Waconia's drinks, along with other alcoholic beverages, and beginning the rigorous process of drinking himself into a stupor. Grayson's eyes suddenly jolted open as he recalled that night, the light from the room rushing into his eyes just as fast as the small headache that suddenly made itself known in his head. He raised one hand to his head, wincing at the pain and attempting to cover his eyes to block the light. The last thing he remembered was the incident with the girl, but the rest of the night? That was all a blur in his mind, just like how the rest of the past couple days had been a blur. They came and left, though that wasn’t that big of an issue the more he thought about it. In fact, it let Grayson get back to the swing of things. He’d just need to prepare for several shipments to be delivered for tomorrow, but otherwise it should just be a regular day too. Flopping out of bed in style, which is to say he essentially rolled off the bed and fell flat on his face, he started the daily grind of getting ready for the day. Maybe, if that one girl was feeling better, he could offer to cook her favorite meal... he’d just have to ask, along with find out where she was now.