One beautiful night slipped away, with the violent art of a night well spent. No one knew for sure just when it was when one by one they fell asleep one by one trying to uphold the guises of sobriety and claims of an iron liver, but as the 6 a.m. morning bells clattered, each one awoke with their own neural mixologies of numb contentment, soreness, and disgust in their own indulgence.