Gabriel is awoken by a knock on the door. He rubs his hands over his face, quickly looking around, trying to work out what is happening. His head is pounding and his mouth is as dry as a desert. His tongue feels like sandpaper against his lips and he can’t even remember the last time he actually consumed water that did not come in the form of a melted ice-cube at the bottom of a whiskey glass. His breath smells like a mixture of stale beer and vomit. His back hurts and his neck is slightly kinked.
"What is it??"
He yells through the solid door, his voice has a harsh edge to it, it isn’t because he is angry, it is just his body feels like it is falling to pieces around him.
"The meeting will be starting in half an hour"
"Yes, that's fine. I will be there"
Gabriel leans back in the
