Green Hoof Hangover Wakeup 7/31/14

GreenHoof wakes up in his barn, the late afternoon sunlight shining through a crack onto his face. He moans, the sudden brightness spiking his headache. He rolls over onto his tummy and accidentally pushes away some empty beer bottles doing so. Ugh... What happened last night...? The green stallion thinks to himself as he picks his head up. Slowly, the memories come trickling back of sitting outside the barn looking at the stars and drinking. Then... he thinks he went in and started drunkenly hammering away at the poor excuse for an unfinished airplane airframe. Grunting, he painfully shuffles to his hooves. He sits on his haunches for a moment and rubs his bleary eyes, wishing the pounding headache would go away. Standing up again, he canters over to the 'airplane', and immediately shakes his head in dissapointment. Apparently at some point he'd just started hammering pieces of scrap wood onto the wing frame. Fuck... He thinks to himself, I'll have to redo all this shit... Sighing through his nose, he turns around and looks at the area he passed out. It was surrounded by empty beer bottles. Maybe twenty. Ignoring the migraine and hanging his head low, he starts cleaning up the drunken mess he made last night. Jesus... Was I by myself...? He tries to remember, but was pretty sure he was by himself the entire night. It was mostly like that these days, drinking by himself in the barn. He tried not to think about the implications from that realization.

GreenHoof spends a good while picking up the empty bottles and bringing them to the recycling area of his microbrewery. Unable to take the cotton-mouth and headache anymore, the stallion makes his way out of the barn, carefully closing the barn doors, and lazily dragged himself to the river, keeping his eyes closed from the brutal sunlight as much as he could. Luckily it was very close to the barn. Standing at the edge, Hoof looks down into the water, creaking his eyes open slowly to adjust to the light so that he could take a drink, but as his eyes focused, he froze. The first thing he saw was his own reflection staring back at him with bleary, bloodshot eyes. His mane was matted and messy, and his coat was dirty and stained. The red bandana around his neck had been stained with spilled beer, and it was now wrinkled and smelled of alcohol. Although he was thankful he didn't have a sick stomach from his self-indulgence, something about the sight of himself like this disturbed him. The green stallion wasn't one to think much about himself, preferring to focus on his tasks and aspirations, but it was hard not to when you're staring right at your own image. Something about the sight caused words from a Griffon long ago -- No, not that long ago... eight months -- to play in his head. He could almost hear the voice of Captain Farbeak now, from where he spoke on a patch of frozen snow, frowning to Hoof. "You've got a long way to fall." Farbeak said. Looking at himself now, Hoof wondered if he was right, and if he was done falling. Sighing to himself, he shakes the thoughts away as he stoops his neck down to bring his head just over the water. The stallion closes his eyes and drinks of the fresh, flowing cool river in big gulps, his body suddenly making him realize how dehydrated he was. He just stands there drinking from the river like a wild horse in the American West, his bandana dipping into the river without the stallion realizing it.

GreenHoof keeps gulping back water until his body tells him to stop. Suddenly his belly wouldn't take any more water, and he accidentally 'breathed' some in, making him jerk his head up in immediate discomfort as that old familiar feeling came from the lung he was shot in, a grimace forming on his face at the realization. He coughs a couple of times, small ones, before the irritation came full force, the little green stallion soon reduced to a hacking, writhing mess on the ground.