That little owl is a bad influence. He “liberated” a bottle of wine from a tapas bar, which was opened with a shoe along the way to another tapas bar, then got reaaaaaly pissed with other bottles of wine. Many bottles of wine. Many many many bottles of wine. And unexpectedly prawns. Good prawns. But wine.
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It started like this:
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But rapidly devolved into this:
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He will feel it in a couple of hours when the first session starts up. But it was worth it.
Edit: The owl felt better than he had any right to expect the following morning. The breakfast buffet and lots of water probably helped.
