There is minimal sign of movement from Eiffel whatsoever, for the entire night and most of the morning after, even after the katydos make their departure.

It's well towards midday the next day when Eiffel shifts meaningfully with a husky groan - like a zombie coming back to life, which is really just a summary of how he feels right now - and his face scrunches as he brings one hand up to rub his sticky, sleep-wrinkled, migraine pounding face.

He hasn't even opened his eyes to realise where he is yet. That's secondary to the fact everything hurts and this sucks and it's not even like he enjoyed it because he didn't want to get drunk in the first place!!!

He just groans again, and lets his face flop into the weird solid pillows he's resting on.