Phoenix stirred slowly, his head throbbing with pain. He held it tightly. Damn, I've always been a lightweight. What the hell was I thinking?
He slowly lifted himself from the pillow and looked around the room. Same old same old. His ears then picked up on a sound. It sounded like…
"The TV?" Phoenix asked. He slowly but surely brought his feet to the floor and began to shamble to the living room, where he found Maya cooking breakfast with the TV playing an episode of, surprise surprise, the Steel Samurai.
"Morning Maya." He said groggily, making a bee line for the coffee pot.
Maya glanced over her shoulder at the man. Her expression was blank. "Oh, morning Nick."
"Gulping down the coffee as if his life depended on it, Phoenix took a seat at the table. His eyes briefly glanced at the newspaper Maya had apparently been reading. It had been torn in half, but it didn't take a genius prosecutor to figure out the headline read Phoenix Wrong: Forgin' Attorney.
Phoenix guickly knocked the paper onto the floor and turned his attention back to Maya. "So what are you making, Maya."
Maya didn't look away from the stove. "Biscuits and gravy. I heard it's a good hangover remedy."
Phoenix got the hint that she wasn't exactly in a talking mood, so he simply continued sipping on his coffee until Maya brought there breakfast over.
"Thanks, Maya."
Maya didn't reply and simply dug into her own food. Phoenix picked up his fork and followed suit. The two ate their breakfast in silence until their plates were cleaned.
Maya looked at Phoenix. "Feel any better?"
"Yeah. A little. The headache's starting to go away."
Maya stood and strode over to him. "Good. Because…" She then quickly raised her leg and delivered a swift kick to Phoenix's chest, sending him sprawling to the floor. As Phoenix tried to compose himself, Maya walk over again and stood over him, her hands on her hips. "You and I are about to have a little chat, Drinky."