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Jace
Later that than evening, returning from the stag party, Jace walks up the garden path leading to the hotel. Stumbling over the uneven ground he sprawls. Face down. For a second, he lies there groaning, his arms spread out, hugging the paved stones. Then, the sound of footsteps grows closer, and he's being rolled over.
Eric's anxious face looms over him. "You okay?"
When Jace doesn't reply, Eric hauls him up to his feet, supporting him with an arm around his shoulders. Jace leans on Eric, who staggers under his weight.
The world swims around Jace, and he groans aloud. "Fuck."
"Yeah. Should have thought of that before you chugged down most of that bottle of whiskey," Eric replies, amused.
"Whiskey?" Jace sounds befuddled.
"You didn't even taste it, did you?” Eric says his voi
