Darren looked at Timothee while they were eating their breakfast. He seemed to be too deep in thought. Silent, serious, and with a grim expression that have him thinking. Did something happen? Didn't he get a nice sleep?
It's not even helping that Darren's head is pounding from the hangover he got from having too many and too much alcohol yesterday. And, well, he's preparing himself for Ms. Davis' scolding.
He kind of, sort of, perhaps didn't finish the things she assigned for him to finish.
He groaned. His head hurts and his whole body just wants to go lie down in his bed and sleep throughout the day. He'd never been hangover for how many months now until last night?
"Ugh" he said and tried to massage his temples and drank the glass of water in front of him.
He felt Tim raised his head to look at him and sighed, "You shouldn't have too much last night"
