Adrian woke to a shrill whine which could only belong to one person. He hadn't dreamed at all that night, and wasn't feeling that good. "Get it yourself... It's your fault you drank all that alcohol last night." He struggled to get himself out of bed, and stretched, wondering what kind of toiletries this inn had. There hadn't seemed to be anything in the room, and if he couldn't find one in the inn, he'd have to deal. Instead of search, though, he stumbled out of the room to find Riya a glass of water. The woman wasn't going to be getting out of bed anytime soon, with a hangover like that, so he might as well get one for her.
"God damn woman getting drunk, why'd she have to go and do that, making it worse for me, freakin'..." he mumbled to himself on the way down to the bar, which was open, surprisingly. The same barman from the night before was working, and, without Adrian saying a thing, handed him a glass of water. "Ah... thanks." The barman nodded. "We all have those days, kid. Just' tryin' t'help." Adrian felt a little better, as he brought the water back upstairs to sleeping beauty. Oh ho ho, I'm so clever, what a fun little sarcastic nickname. Not surprisingly, Riya hadn't moved much. "Here. Your water." He groaned, scratching his head.