Eric straightened his collar and came down the stairs. He had also drunk a lot, but he had not lost control or blacked out. Thus, he did not have a hangover.
As he reached the landing, he saw the servants gathered around the couch in the living room, and his brow furrowed. What is this?- he wondered.
A moment passed, and then he heard Paul's voice. Almost immediately, the servants turned around and began to clear out - and he was able to see what all the fuss was about. "Oh, my God?" Eric chuckled. "What happened to you?"
"I had a hangover," Paul replied. "And it is all your fault. Can you get me a couple of Advil and a large glass of ice water? My head is killing me!"
Eric told one of the servants to get the water and medicine, and then he slowly approached his friend. "You were pretty drunk last night," he said. "I am surprised that you had the energy to do anything other than pass out."
