Biker Mice From Mars - The Black Rebels

Do Not Disturb - Hangover In Progress

The next morning - 08:50

Vinnie walked into the briefing room with a face like thunder, inwardly cursing his head off.
The fact that Stoker had planned a briefing this early in the morning on his very precious weekend was enough for him to conclude that the guy really needed to go out every once in a while.
Maybe then he would remember the true meaning of a hangover, which in turn would stop him from coming up with ludicrous ideas such as this one.
Keeping his red eyes pointed at the floor, thereby cautiously avoiding the bright lights on the ceiling as well as potential eye contact with those present, he hastily made his way over to his seat.
He really hoped that no one would pay any attention to him, which was at odds with his usual desperate need to stand in the spotlights, but he was just so not in the mood for chitchat right now.
Heck, he would probably rip their head off instead.
Hangovers always tended to make him a bit cranky, so to say.

When he finally reached his spot, he wriggled his aching body in the chair, huffing under this quite intense effort.
His backpack slid off his shoulder and fell on the floor with a loud bang, one that cut through bones, or maybe it only seemed that way due to his very sore head.
As a soft groan escaped his lips, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples in the hope that would relieve the pain a bit, which it didn't, of course.
He must be the unluckiest mouse on Mars right now.
"You really should lay off the alcohol."
Vinnie peeked through his eyelids at Throttle, who gave him one of his famous 'I hope you've finally learned your lesson now' looks from the chair next to him.
Not just that, he looked as fresh as a daisy, which just wasn't normal, much less healthy for this time of the day.
Gnashing his teeth in annoyance, Vinnie closed his eyes again, trying very hard to ignore Mister Responsible over there as he coughed softly due to his scratchy throat.
"And the cigarettes."

Vinnie's fur bristled and his eyes flew open.
"Will you shut up? My head already hurts enough as it is. Can't you just be happy that I'm here? On time?", he snapped at the tan-furred mouse, his usual high-pitched voice now slightly hoarse, another hateful side effect of his hangover, although it did make him sound sexy.
But that was just his humble opinion.
Throttle opened his mouth, but he closed it again as he suddenly leaned forward to take a closer look at Vinnie's face.
"What happened to your eye?", he asked with his eyes narrowed, referring to the black circle that was now visible under Vinnie's somewhat smudgy white fur thanks to the bright lights of the ceiling lamps.
Vinnie quickly bowed his head again, shrugging his shoulders a bit unhappy as he stared at his fiddling fingers on his lap.
"Not sure..."

"Siggy hit him."

Both Throttle and Vinnie looked at Modo, who sat a few seats away from them with one ankle resting on his knee as he was reading the Brimstone Chronicle on his tablet.
Without taking his gaze away from the article he was currently caught up in, he picked up the steaming mug of coffee from the table and took a sip.
Vinnie gawked at him, trying very hard not to flinch due to the, although soft, slurping noises Modo made.
"She did?"
"Yep. It was a sight never to be forgotten", and Modo swiped to the next article.
A frown appeared between Vinnie's brows as he tried very hard to remember what exactly went down last night, but it was all one big blur.
"But... why?"
Modo shrugged.
"I guess she didn't like it when you called her a tease."
Vinnie's red eyes grew big.
"I called Siggy a tease?", he breathed and when Modo nodded in confirmation, he buried his face in his hands with a groan.
"Oh, man... Me and my big mouth..."

Throttle chuckled and he clapped him on the back.
"Well, lucky for you, she doesn't live here anymore. I bet the chances of you seeing her again are slim to none."
The words hadn't left his mouth or someone knocked on the open door.
"Excuse me, but is this the briefing room?"
They all three looked up, only to see none other than Siggy leaning against the doorframe with her tablet pressed against her chest.
Vinnie squeaked and slumped in his chair with a bowed head, trying very hard to just stop existing.
Modo merely chuckled, shaking his head as he scrolled through to the next page of the newspaper.
"You were saying?"
Throttle blinked his blue eyes a couple of times in surprise, but he managed to recover himself pretty quickly and he rose to his feet as he locked eyes with Siggy.
"Yes, it is. You're here for the briefing too?"
Too late he realized that was kind of a stupid question, after all, why else would she be here, standing on the doorstep of the briefing room?
But instead of telling him that, Siggy just flashed him a warm and grateful smile before she stepped inside.