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Okay.
This was fine.
He could- he could handle this.
Javier Asrahan stared at him like he had grown two heads. Maybe he had. Suho glanced at the mirror in his room and Lloyd Frontera looked back at him.
Okay. Deep breaths. It was fine. It had to be.
So what if this hadn't been a dream? Who cares if he was actually Lloyd Frontera? At least he didn't have work. Except… If the Frontera estate was doomed as well as the people in it then that meant that he needed to do something about it. In the name of retiring of course. He wanted a leisurely life, none of this working bull crap!
Suho- though he supposed he was Lloyd now wasn't he? He'd need to get used to that…
Lloyd nodded to himself. Yes he'd need to ensure his retirement fund didn't go bankrupt and then implode on him. First step: go to the tavern he vaguely recalled the original owner of the body trashing the previous night. He stood in one fluid motion. Then immediately sat back down, gasping as a wave of nausea hit him like a freight train.
“Javier- what's… wrong with me?” Lloyd ground out as he buried his pounding head in his hands.
“Do you not remember visiting the tavern last night, young master?” Javier asked, a hint of annoyance laced in his voice.
No. He definitely did. Hangovers were nothing like this though. Well… they kind of were but he'd never gotten so drunk before that his hangover was this bad. The headache he had was building, nausea made him feel dizzy like he was going to pass out, and his hands were shaking. Lloyd felt on edge. Like he was missing something precious and couldn't find it. His skin felt clammy.
“Your usual remedy is in the bedside table Master Lloyd.” Javier noted with thinly veiled disgust.
This was that normal? The book hadn't mentioned it before… then again, Lloyd didn't live long enough to warrant the author explaining any preexisting conditions. Lloyd blindly reached into the nearby drawer and sure enough, amidst random bits and bobbles, was a bottle of dark fluid. Lloyd grabbed it, twisting the lid off in one go. The pungent scent of alcohol smacked him in the face and if he wasn't awake before he certainly was now.
Things were beginning to make some semblance of sense now…
Lloyd was an alcoholic and when an alcoholic goes without a drink for an extended period they face withdrawal. He hadn't had a drink since last night. If he was right then the symptoms he was experiencing were just results of being in withdrawal.
He sat up straighter on his bed.
Okay. New plan. Go through withdrawal and break the body's need for a drink, then go to the tavern from the previous night, save the estate and all that jazz, that way he could retire early!
Lloyd nodded to himself and then immediately regretted it as a sharp ache went through his head and his vision swam. Nausea beat him and he felt bile rise as he tried not to puke. He failed.
“Shall I get the family physician?” Javier inquired.
Lloyd wiped his mouth and heaved for air, “No… I'm fine.”
If Javier disagreed he certainly wasn't going to voice it. Lloyd was not looking forward to dealing with someone else's mistakes.