A throbbing headache. Hazy memories. What was his name again?

"Oh gods please don't tell me I'm in another field." Groaning, Robin struggled to sit up, a dull ache pounding through his head.

"No friend, just a hangover. You're in camp right now." Helping the tactician up, Libra offered him a glass of water, which Robin gratefully downed.

"Thank you Libra."

"Glad to be a service." Taking the empty glass back, the monk placed it on a nearby table. Pulling up a chair, he sat down before addressing the other again. "But are you alright? You looked a bit ill when I found you."

Racking his brains, Robin found that he couldn't remember anything, until the scent of alcohol began wafting from his shirt. Whatever he'd been doing, he'd managed to spill and entire glass of spirit on himself while he was doing it. He searched Libra's face for an explanation.

"It seems Gregor finally managed to keep his word."

"His word..?" Robin and the sell sword didn't talk much, and he couldn't remember striking a deal with him.

"In his words, he drank you under the table."

"I, he what?"

Smiling, Libra propped his chin and his hand before recalling the events of the night before. "It went well for the first few rounds. But after that you insisted you could hold your own and tried to keep pace with Gregor you lost all sense of reason."

Mortified, the tactician rubbed the bridge of his nose and mentally calculated the number of years he'd probably lost to drinking. "I didn't do anything stupid, did I?" He ventured to ask, but didn't want an actual answer.

Unfortunately, Libra did have one. "Before you fell over you promised to pay for everyone's drinks if you lost."

Closing his eyes, Robin lay back down on the cot. "Brilliant."

"But on the bright side it seems Gaius was kind enough to foot the bill."

Sighing deeply, the tactician didn't bother to mention that the thief had stolen his money a few days prior.

Not noticing the despair Robin was sorting through, Libra continued to fill him in. "Lord Chrom attempted to help you up, but after saying something along the lines of 'there are better places to take a nap than on the ground' he started laughing and almost fell over. Sir Frederick gathered him and they retired for the night."

Stifling a laugh, Robin had no trouble creating a mental image of the knight lugging Chrom to his tent, bent on keeping his charge from further trouble.

"Around then I noticed you on the floor and took you back to camp. Though, you say quite a bit when you're intoxicated."

His laugh dying in his throat, Robin chanced a glance at Libra, who was studying him with a look of mild interest. "I. Oh gods. I'm sorry?"

"No harm. You insisted I had unbelievably soft hair before crying yourself to sleep. No need for apologies."

Feeling his cheeks heating up, Robin quickly flipped himself to face the canvas of the tent. Unable to find a way to answer the monk, the tactician settled for a sigh of defeat.

Smiling, though the other couldn't see it, Libra gathered the staff propped against the end of the table and made to leave. "Rest Robin."

AN: So if anyone wants to request characters or a scenario or something that would be great. My brother's picking random numbers for me right now.

Thanks for reading!