"Ah, Porthos, what a lovely morning, isn't it? But you look a bit under the weather, my friend."
"Aramis, please, not so loud! My head is gonna kill me…"
"Yeah, I can image. Tough night, wasn't it?"
"Obviously. Can't remember much. By the way: Have you seen my bandana? "
"No, sorry. Did you still have it when you had that cute little redhead on your lap?"
"Redhead?"
"Yes, one of Madame Angelique's girls. Don't you remember her?"
"No, I don't have the faintest idea. When did I have the pleasure?"
"Let me think… That was after you danced on the table."
"I did what?"
"You danced on a table, shirtless, and the audience was demanding more of your glorious body."
"Oh god, please tell me that didn't happen, 'Mis…!"
"Well, don't panic, I stopped you before you could strip any further."
"Thank you, my friend. Is that all?"
"Mhh, aside some minor embarrassing issues…"
"For example?"
"You tried to fetch pickled garlic from a jar with your tongue only."
"Bah, I hate garlic!"
"Yeah, I know, funny, isn't it? And then there was this Red Guard you challenged. The two of you wanted to compare the lengths of your...
"Mis!"
"… daggers. You won, by the way."
"Oh, please, I can never show my face again in there!"
"Don't worry, everybody loved you. You paid for a round."
"For everybody?"
"Of course, you are a generous person after all."
"Kill me here and now…!"
"Morning. Hey, you ok, Porthos?"
"I've been better, whelp."
"Headache?"
"Murderous."
"Mhh, I was surprised you called it an early night after only one bottle of wine last night."
"An early night?"
"Yes, after one bottle you were quite drunk. I made sure you got home. You were out the moment your head hit the pillow. Ah, and here is your bandana. You left it on the table. I grabbed it and forgot to …"
"AARRGGGHH!"
"Porthos?! Stop strangling Aramis! A bandana is a headgear and not a choking chain!"
