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[color=skyblue]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Evergreen Room
[color=skyblue]Skills[/color]: N/A
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Upon waking up, the first thing that Tony became aware of was that his head felt like someone was beating on it like a drum. He didn’t immediately understand why, but it was brutal. He also felt rather tired and weak in general; the little bit of rational thought he could initially gather was enough to deduce that he was almost certainly hung over, but otherwise his headache dominated his senses. The second thing he eventually became aware of was that he was not alone in the room.

Constance was finishing tying up some work out shoes when she realized that Tony was stirring in her bed. [color=#e31e1e]”Oh, good morning.”[/color] She finished tying up the knot and then moved to sit on the edge of the bed. [color=#e31e1e]”Sorry if it sounds like I’m kicking you out, but I’m planning on leaving my room and doing some of my usual morning workout routine. I did let you sleep as long as I could.”[/color] She offered him a small smile.

Tony groaned, struggling to keep up with the conversation as memories of the previous night started coming back to him. [color=skyblue]”What time is it?”[/color] he mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tried to focus on Constance despite his splitting headache.

[color=#e31e1e]”It’s about 8 AM. Are you going to be alright?”[/color] Constance tilted her head a bit as she looked at Tony, and then stood up and started to stretch a bit.

[color=skyblue]”Just hungover,”[/color] he replied, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. [i]God, why did I drink so much?[/i] Tony mentally chastised himself. [color=skyblue]”Why so early?”[/color] he added, doing a better job of sounding normal. Even without a hangover to deal with, 8am [i]was[/i] early by Tony’s standards, not to mention the jetlag. A perk of being a surgeon and not working a normal 9-5, he supposed.

[color=#e31e1e]”Oh, I usually wake up earlier at home, but I got up early so I can get in some work out time before the day’s activities. I know there is not much planned, but I do wish to mingle. Can’t work out and mingle at the same time. If you want to stay in bed, I guess you can do that. I am going to leave though.”[/color]

[color=skyblue]”I think we managed to do both,”[/color] Tony replied with a smile - slightly forced through the pain in his head - as he reached out to lightly squeeze her thigh. [color=skyblue]”I’ll see myself out, I just need a minute. See you later, though?”[/color]

[color=#e31e1e]”Mmmm we did~ I’ll see you later. Take as long as you need.”[/color] Constance leaned over and kissed him softly on the temple before heading out of her room.

Tony watched her leave, and found himself wishing that Constance was not so devoted to her morning routine. Oh well, there would always be later. As soon as the door closed he burrowed himself back into the pillows, in a fruitless attempt to dull his headache. He knew that above all, what he needed right now was water, but unfortunately he had been far too preoccupied with Constance to think about that last night. [i]Stupid,[/i] he thought, but he’d deal with that in a minute. For now he tried to distract his brain by replaying the events of the previous night in his mind, trying to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything important. Arriving at the chateau, and discovering that someone here seemed to know his darkest secrets. Chatting with Lawrence, who proved himself to be a tactless asshole at dinner. Fixing his nose, only for it to be rebroken not long afterwards because he refused to listen. The strange conversation with the magician, who he still wasn’t sure about. Suspicion towards Elenore as the most likely culprit of his blackmail. His night with Constance. Fortunately, everything seemed to be there; Tony could not find any gaps in his memory. The only thing he wasn’t sure of was what had woken him up so early. Was it Constance untangling herself from his arms and getting ready to start her day? Was it his headache? Or was it something else? He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t seem important. [i]Could be worse, then,[/i] he concluded.

Gathering his strength, Tony sat up in the bed. As much as he’d love to spend the next 4 hours sleeping off this hangover, it didn’t seem like he had much choice but to get up at this point. Trying his best to ignore his throbbing head, he got out of bed and collected the various articles of clothing that had been strewn across the room the night before. He put on his boxers and pants but didn’t bother with the rest, deciding that was enough modesty for the short walk to his own room. After a moment of internal debate, Tony decided to head back to his room via the lounge, rather than the hallway; he figured it was less likely that anyone would be in the lounge at this early hour, thus less chance of anyone seeing him in this unpresentable state.

Of course, it wouldn’t be long before Tony found out that someone seeing him as a hungover mess should be the least of his concerns on this fateful morning. For now, though, he remained ignorant.