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You know how sometimes you eat so much that you feel like you are going to die but instead you just pass out for like an hour and then wake up feeling great?

That's what Bix had done. At some point after the pizza he'd seen some arguing some punching but he'd totally dozed off. The albino hunter was sprawled upright on whatever Allan had that passed for a couch. He was covered in dirt and grass stains and there was grass in his hair from his pizza battle.

"Did someone say panty raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai-"he was yawning,"-iiiiid?" The sun hunter rubbed his eyes to find not as many people, some of them very drunk, and a few new faces.

"What'd I miss?"

Jerry's attention swiveled to Harrison and he wobbled on his feet, "Huh? sappy... what?" It took several moments before it sank in just what the other drunk man was getting at before he gave a loud, "oooooh OOOOH! Oh, uh, I dunno! S'what's... what's worked for me...! Er.... at least I think so, I don't now what else it could be... Do you gotta' girl you're ah..."

Rep was lazily hanging off the arm of Jordan as Harrison walked away, giving the man a slightly baffled look as he wobbled over to Jerry, giving him a slow, confused stare. Maybe he was going to get more booze! This was delightful. He decided drunkenly to tell Jordan about what a great guy Harrison was, when the man didn't actually seem that interested in booze after all.

He felt like there was probably something he should be getting exceedingly angry about. Probably.

"Why would you kiss Jerry? Better have been ******** or something " he snarled to no one in particular. Pausing to frown petulantly, before leaning over to whisper like a conspirator to Jordan. "I don't think Harr.. I don't think he's such a good guy anymore."

And then he pouted.

Harrison leaned back.

Even drunk, he was disappointed.

"Nope," he said, "That is ******** awful," He pointed at Jerry's chest, "I was expectin'...fireworks or a...a s**t. I dunno. Y'are, you gotta be hidin' somethin' because, because, ok even B0nez is sayin a lot of num- numbers right now but it doesn't add up,"

He tapped Jerry's chest. "I'm watching you ok,"

Harrison tottered upright, just shaking his head.

"...Ok. ok ok We can go now."

"I think he's trying to tell you," Wash said, not unkindly but doing his best to suppress a laugh, "is that you're not a great kisser. You have some strange friends."

He patted him on the back, wondering what on Earth was even going on anymore. He didn't remember dudes kissing factoring greatly into any parties he'd been to in recent memory.

Jordan's eyebrows arched as high as they could go. Well, that had been unexpected. He examined his own reaction, and was pleased to find that there were only minor remnants of upset or jealousy. Good. He was finally, finally managing to let it go.

He snorted at Rep's commentary. "You never know, sometimes people surprise you," he said, and left it at that, ambiguous and uninformative.

As Harrison wobbled back over, he said, "Really, dude?" He was relieved to hear only amusement and disbelief in his voice; he'd kept anything else out of it. Thank God he hadn't actually gotten drunk, because he wasn't sure what he would have said, but that probably wouldn't have been all.

He steered Rep in the direction of the door, slowly enough that the two drunk guys he was accompanying could keep up without falling over. "C'mon, I think you guys need to go sleep it off."

Bix pushed himself up and grabbed his own pizza box. Only one piece remained and it was flipped over and cold.

"I'll help you clean up Aleister." There was bottles and booze bottles and he wanted to make sure that broken glass was up as well. "Clarice said Simon cleans this room. I'm not feeling like getting shot."