"If it doesn't help, there's no giving it back...they do say suffering is one of life's great teacher's though," clearly Dorian is not one for learning such lessons, he'll be back on his bullshit soon enough, though hopefully, the alcohol will not be as unexpectedly potent...or spiked. This world makes no such promises.

He does, however, take the pills graciously, pops them and downs the rest of his coffee.

"I could give it to you in writing, make it official if you'd like, a written contract for the pleasure of seeing my ass," he said this flippantly, doubting it would come to that, "though odds are I'll probably be drunk again so who knows."