Draco slowly got to his feet, neck and back crackling as he stretched slowly and gently so as not to aggravate his disgustingly awful hangover. His head still pounded though, and he brushed off his clothes, lip curled at the dirt that clung to them, and then sat down at the table with a sigh. He dragged a bottle over to him and wedged it between his thighs to unscrew the cap with unsteady fingers, and then tossed it on the table with a tinny clatter.