Sweet MYTH-tery of Life by Robert Asprin

“When I didn’t see you at breakfast or at lunch, I figured you might be a little worse for wear from last night,” she said crisply, setting the tray on my desk. “I had the kitchen put together a tray for you to help you back to the land of the living.”

Food was definitely low on my list of priorities at the moment. If anything, I was more concerned with things going the other way through my digestive tract. It did however, suddenly occur to me that I was thirsty. In fact, VERY thirsty.

“Have you got any juice on that tray?” I managed weakly, not wanting to sit up far enough to look myself.

“Do you want orange or tomato?”

The mention of tomato juice brought memories of last night’s Bloody Marys to mind, and my stomach did a slow roll and dip to the left.

“Orange will be fine,” I said through gritted teeth, trying hard to talk, keep my mouth shut, and swallow at the same time.

She favored me with a speculative glance.

“Well, it wasn’t Screwdrivers or Mimosas.”

“Excuse me?”

“Never mind. Orange juice, coming up.”

I could have done without the “coming up” comment, but the juice tasted fine. I downed it in two long swallows. Strangely enough, it left me even more thirsty. Not that the juice wasn’t a welcome input of cool moisture, but it made me realize just how dehydrated I was.

“Any more of that?” I said hopefully.

“Got a whole pitcher here,” Bunny replied, gesturing toward the tray. “I had a hunch you were going to need more than one glass. Take it slow, though. I don’t think it would be a good idea to gulp down a lot of cold liquid just yet.”