Spoons clanked in a steamed room. Voices intertwined between slurping sounds and laughter. Alan's head remain shrugged, his eyes closed. It was bright. He imagined slim fingers of an east asian masseuse rubbing his eyelids.

He was alone at the table now. The three had gone to get their order from the counter, summoned by a robot voice blaring order numbers. His head throbbed anytime that voice went off.

When they returned, Aaron and Jack carried a tray each. Imogen had bottled drinks in her arms.

Aaron set his tray down. "Here you go, buddy" he said. Alan didn't move. Just opened his eyes slights.

There was an black earthenware bowl in front of him. The soup inside still boiling. This wasn't the type of soup Alan expected when Imogen said that he needed something calming. He had though something european. Maybe chicken noodle or something.

"These Koreans really know how to fucking treat a hangover. Ain't I right?" Aaron asked him with a grin.

"Yeah," he barely mumbled.