"What do you mean, poisoned?" Eliot asked, looking around at the bodies of the other Physicals.
"I thought they were just really, really hung over," Margo said. "I mean, without us here to help keep an eye on them..."
Eliot nudged Quentin's leg with his toe.
"Jesus," he said. "Last time we let your Golem mix the drinks."
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Thirty-Nine Times that Quentin Coldwater Failed to Kill the BeastFanfiction
My entry in #theMagicians #BattleTheBeast contest. Could definitely use more shirtless Penny, but, sadly, there's a 1500 word limit.