Dawn ignored Andrew as she stepped over his prone body and leaned against the wall beside Rachel. "How many Tequilas did he drink?"
"Just the one." Rachel shook her head in wonder. "I didn't think it was possible to throw up that much."
"He is done, isn't he?" Dawn eyed the wretched Watcher warily.
Rachel shrugged. "He couldn't possibly have anything left in him." Andrew made a strangled noise, clambered ungainly to his feet and staggered for the bathroom. "But I might be wrong."
"How about next time you start him out with beer?"
open_on_sunday — challenge #123: london
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse