Thirty-nine: Bargaining with the devil

The sun crept in through the curtain that was slightly opened, caressing Ivan's face and he tossed around in his bed. He groaned as his head suddenly began aching as a result of the too much alcohol he drank the night before. "Oh damn..." He muttered to himself as he gently rubbed his aching forehead. "Arghh... Hangovers are the worst!" He groaned as he laid on his tummy.

"Knock knock knock!" A masculine voice called out as he knocked on the door.

"Who is it? Go away please..." Ivan muttered with his eyes closed.

The click of the door as it opened caused Ivan's ear to prick but he still refused to open his eyes. "Rise and shine young master Wayne!" Alfred exclaimed excitedly with a bright smile on his face as he walked in with a golden tray on top sat a little golden mug with greenish liquid inside. He closed the door behind him and started towards Ivan's bed.

"I said to go away... Please." Ivan repeated, still with his eyes closed.

"I knew you would be in such a messed up state so
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