Drinking to excess wasn't usually his thing, but for some reason Angel had really let loose the night before. Blacked out before eight pm, which said something for the amount he imbibed. Nott's jolt woke him slightly and he half rolled over. His eyes were barely even open, voice groggy and rough with sleep.

"Wha? Where's the fire?" Does he have to get up? The bed is comfortable and he's still sleepy.