"I mean normally they don't recommend it because uh you kind of need being scared to not die but..."

"Chemistry isn't very good at only taking away specific kinds of scared, I think, but I sort of wonder if Xichen could do something? ...but that would only last so long because he's a junior, so."

"I mean, someone else could learn to cast it, if it helped-- I really shouldn't do problem-solving while I'm drunk."

"This is true. And I probably shouldn't be aiding or abetting you doing problem-solving while drunk."

"Instead you should be aiding and abetting me in misbehavior!"

"...sure. Let's go with that." 

"This is my room! Bye!"

"Bye! See you tomorrow morning." 

And now she's done, finally, for real, and there have been no international incidents and she was good enough at time management that there's still eight minutes left before curfew, so she'll call the night a success. 

The next morning at Shanghai table there are five miserable freshmen and one extremely cheerful freshman. 

"Last night was great!" Wei Wuxian says loudly. 

"Shut up."

"I'm going to kill you."

"Why is everything so bright."

Masozi drank enough water once he was in his room that his head doesn't hurt too badly, but he's half falling asleep over his Mandarin notes and also not even slightly eating his food. The cafeteria food this morning all looks incredibly nauseating. 

Wen Ning is in pain too horrible to talk, which isn't that different from his normal state of affairs.

Lan Wangji drank some alcohol and then there was this black space in his memory and then he woke up in his bed the next morning. He's... pretty sure he didn't sexually assault Wei Ying? Because Wei Ying would-- okay, that's not true. Because Jiang Cheng would be very angry at him if he had. This still leaves a huge space of possible behaviors which Lan Zhan is far too afraid to ask about.

Oh no, Wen Ning looks sad? This is an unacceptable state of affairs! 

Masozi gets his plastic water bottle out of his backpack and gives it to Wen Ning. (He's vaguely aware that drinking water helps with the part where getting drunk gives you a sore head the next morning, because there was an old woman who lived in the makeshift hut next to his family's makeshift hut for a while, and she drank, and then in the mornings she would scream at anyone who made noise nearby and Masozi's mother would send one of the kids to walk to the nearest pump so they could bring her water to drink.) 

Wen Ning drinks the water gratefully.

"Hangover cure delivery!" Yanli says with a smile in her voice.

"Thank you, Yanli."

"Love you, Yanli."

"You're the best sister ever."

"Mn."

(Ayako is still riding the "Masozi and Wei Wuxian got drunk right next to a group of New Yorkers and there was no international incident" high, and is having an excellent morning. This mostly manifests in working on her Visual Storytelling Traditions homework during breakfast as if nothing had happened at all. 

Her standards for what constitutes an excellent morning, she observes but doesn't take any particular action about, have gotten kind of concerningly low.)

Masozi's problem right now is less the hangover and more that he got way too into drawing math graphs and stayed up half the night on it. Maybe it'll let him eat his food, at least? Nie Huaisang hasn't noticed yet that he's not eating it, presumably due to also having a hangover, but he will at some point and then make sad faces until Masozi clears his plate. 

"What's the hangover cure?" he asks Yanli.