Gavin staggered into his room, empty bottle of rum clasped in his left hand, and newly acquired full bottle of whiskey in his right. He slumps into a chair at his table, taking a long gulp from the bottle of whiskey, his head was already spinning but at least his thoughts were muddied. “Pervert!” He gave an angry, unintelligible shout and drew a knife, hurling it the at the wall. It doesn't land, clattering loudly to the ground. He looks at the knife on the ground, then sighed, taking another pull from the whiskey bottle. He lets out a slow breath, and sets his head on the table, trying to get the spinning to stop. Black hair, eager eyes, flushed cheeks, soft hands pressed against his chest. Milky white, soft skin in his hands. A loud stomp startles him awake, a heavy heeled shoe was directly in front of face. He blinked a few times, slowly leaning back in his chair, looking up at the dancer on the stage. He looks around him taking in the dry, arid air, then back at the dancer who was giving him an expectant look. Gavin shrugged, cracked a crooked smile and pulled out some gil, offering it to her. She smiled, draping a leg over his shoulder as she settled on to her back. She curled forwards, pressing her chest into his face, the scent of her sweet perfume flooded his senses. He kissed along her chest, lacing his fingers into her hair as he worked his way upwards, kissing her neck. A wash of ice cold water snaps him out of his memories, he startles upwards, a bottle rolling off him. “Oh, good, you’re not dead.” The highlander let out a bellowing laugh, “Always a pain when they’re dead.” The tall man spent a few more moments laughing it his own joke as Gavin climbed up to his feet. He was… on the beach? At night? Whose clothes were these? He took a few steps but that sent his world spinning and he stumbled over landing clumsily in the sand. “Heh heh, had a bit too much fun, eh boy? Well we've got a fire just over a ways, c’mon, ‘fore ya stagger into the ocean an’ drown.” The Highlander gave another deep laugh, and walked over lifting Gavin off the ground, with surprising precision Gavin managed to grab hold of the bottle of… vodka? The Highlander gave a chuckle, more or less carrying the much smaller Midlander over to a campfire with several others gathered around them. He was set down a reasonably safe falling distance from the fire, gave a lazy wave at the other people gathered around. He settled down, soon finishing the bottle of vodka, and soon other drinks were being passed around. At one point he spotted an Elezen girl, black hair, freckles, when she looked over he gave a casual wave and friendly smile. She smiled back, emboldened, Gavin sauntered over miraculously not stumbling in the 5 yard trek. She took his hand, sitting silently next to him. He feels almost a chill, who was this girl and why did she care? He wakes up in a small beach hut, a warm presence at his side, the sunlight filtering in through the loose weave of the hut’s walls. The Elezen girl lay asleep beside him, but… light brown hair, no freckles, not at all like… He lurches up, looking around he finds a set of male looking clothes, throws them on, finds a bottle of some kind rum and staggers out of the hut. ”You ‘went with the flow.’” The disappointment in her words feels like a stab in the chest. Something cold, fleshy, and odd smelling presses against his face. “Hey, hold this son, it’ll bring the swelling down.” An older woman addresses him, he reaches up pressing the steak against his left eye. A sharp pain lances through his eye-socket, aggravating what was a major hangover. “Can’t say I blame you for getting mad at him sugar, but that fella was about three times your size.” The elderly Lalafell shook her head, “That Roegadyn is always coming through here bragging about his latest bedroom conquest, you might be the first to actually pick a fight about it.” Gavin shook his head, trying to get his thoughts in order. Where was he? He looked around, the salt air, the bustle of city, Limsa Lominsa most likely. He was… at a bar? He looked over and saw an unfinished bottle of scotch, he grabbed it and went to take a swig. As the smell hit his nose, his stomach churned and he tried to fight back a sensation to vomit. The woman sees his reaction and quickly hands him a bucket. He heaves into the bucket, coughing into it long after his stomach ran out of contents to eject. He set the bucket down, and handed the steak back to the barkeep. He stood up, staggering a bit before he unsteadily walked out of the bar. “You’re welcome!” The Lalafell called out sarcastically after him. She smiles at him, as they chat idly over dinner. Later they sat out, watching the moon-rise, her presence warm beside him. Her door, just have to knock on it, just sort it out… tell her… tell her you want her to take you back. He reached up, hand shakily hovering in front of her door. ”I’m heading to the baths tonight, if you want to come by…” The Midlander offered to him, raising an eyebrow enticingly. He lowered his hand, and dejectedly stumbled off towards his own room.