What happened?

"Urgh." Geralt groaned as he opened his eyes. "What happened?" Geralt couldn't remember much about what happened the night before, except the fact that he and Vesemir agreed to have a drink. Based on the splitting headache, and the foggy memory, not to mention the essential morning grogginess, he guessed he had a few too many drinks. Geralt looked around to get his bearings back, and felt before he saw the warm body in his arms. Geralt couldn't tell who it was, but he hoped it wasn't his old master. He looked down at his body, and saw that he wore nothing more than his loincloth, which was a comforting sight. He knew that he wouldn't have been sober enough to put it back on, if he had taken it off.

"Had a good night I see?" Geralt heard, though it sounded magnified and oddly distorted. Geralt waved at the air and tried to cover his ears under the blanket the mystery person was sleeping under. Unfortunately, whoever it was had it wrapped tightly around them, so Geralt couldn't escape the noise. "Come, I have something you may want to drink to get rid of what I'm guessing is a nasty hangover." Geralt's eye sight was blurry, but he thought he could make out a seemingly masculine shape, that he hoped was Vesemir.

"Vesemir. What happened?" He mumbled and drawled.

"I could hardly understand you old Wolf. If you were asking what happened, you have a remarkably low tolerance for ****. After the first round, you challenged me to a drinking contest, it seemed the drink had instilled some bravery in you. By the fifth round I started to feel a slight buzz, but there was no way I was quitting, I may be old but this is one skill that hasn't eroded with time. Around that point, you called up your friend over there, and we continued until I drank you under the table, quite literally. I left you two alone for the night, to sleep wherever you saw fit, and I went to continue my nightly entertainment." Vesemir recounted the tale of the previous night. Geralt looked around, as his eye sight started to adjust and wasn't quite so blurry. He saw bottles and mugs laying on the ground in various states of disrepair.

"How much of that was me?" Geralt asked looking up at Vesemir's shape painfully.

"You drank as much as a babe from the mother's teat. Most of that is mine, I'm proud to say."

"You're a beast." Geralt groaned as a bout of dizziness swept over him and he fell on the bed he had shared with the mystery person. "You know who this is?" Geralt asked slowly.

"Oh yes, it was quite a surprise when you called her, and even more of a surprise when she came." Vesemir answered.

"Well here goes." Geralt said as he prepared to uncover the body beneath the blankets.

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