Amon woke and tried to stand as soon as he did this he promptly fell over. He heard Nagira's laughter.
Nagira leaned down and gave Amon a loud kiss on the cheek, "good mornin' sunshine," he said brightly.
"Go to hell," was Amon's slurred response. Nagira gave him some aspirin and a large glass of water then collapsed on the unmade bed.
"The room stop spinning yet bro?" Nagira asked with a half smile.
Amon stood wavered and in his attempt not to fall got tangled in his trench coat and collapsed.
"Damn I just feel like dying," Amon groaned.
"Well that would make a lot of people happy," Doujisama said heading into the room with a video camera, Robin followed holding Amon's head in her hands.
"What did you do to him?" She asked Nagira.
"Irish Whiskey," was the simple reply.

They're short...deal with it...this is what we call writers block and the fact that I'm in middle of like 10 fanfics right now... if they ever get finished... it will be a miracle maybe when spring break rolls around I'll have time to write my heart out!1