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Lavatier's attention was now fixated on Xol's shirt, which she attacked vigorously. She snarled, yipped, and growled as she fumbled around in the shirt. The little red fox was stumbling around, blindly, with the shirt covering her eyes and tripping her feet at every step. Still growling she managed to get her teeth in the shirt, but because of a misstep the shirt was yanked from her mouth, hurting her little fangs. She yelped, loudly, and tried to flee from the vile shirt, only the be trapped in it's tangling ways.

"Fugger off...." She just looked at Xol, narrowing her eyes, Her speech wasnt slurred but as she sat up it was easy to tell she was drunk from her swaying. She gave Matsuo a thumbs up. "I'll live...". She grumbled and stood up, staring at the dummy in the corner, she bolted foreward, her steps were sloppy but it was still fast, she took a swing at the dummy, within seconds the dummys head was rolling to Xol's feet, and phia's Rapier was sailing towards him, it went right over his shoulder and hit the spider on the wall behind him, she'd normally freak out at the site of spider, but she wa too drunk to care at the moment.

Lavatier had soon bested the shirt, after many yips and several bites later. She dragged the shirt out with her head held high and chest seemingly puffed out, proud of her acomplishment and great victory. She "wore" it like a cape, the heavy fabric was barely being held onto her back, and the friction from the floor wasn't helping any more either. She let out a few yips of victory before crawling under a couch with her "trophey".

He frowned slightly... she was drunk. He couldn't tell by her speech, but definately by how she was swaggering when she walked. Normally she had a very distinct way of walking, but tonight it was off, very off.

Xol watched Phia jump up and dash in at a practice dummy. She was fast, but not as fast as if she were sober. "Heh, someones had a little bit too drin~..." He was cut off as he followed the trajectory of the rapier as it was flung at him. Immediately noticing it would fly over his shoulder, he quirked his brow again. "Hmph..." The dummies head bumped against his foot.

*she growled and dropped down on her butt just sitting there, she looked at him and sighed laying foreward, her chin resting on the floor*....

Lavatiers took the shirt in her mouth and held it there. She curled herself up, wrapping her tail around herself, and tangling herself up in the shirt again. This time she did it intentionally, and this time her head was pokeing out of the bundle. She yawned and let sleep take her once again. Too much fun for one day, and the warmth provided by Xol's shirt was more then enough to force her into dream land. There wasn't a large likely hood Xol would get this particular shirt back, partially because he didn't know where it was dragged, unless he had a special tracker on his shirt, and because Lavatier would not let the shirt go!

"What's up with you? You look all depressed and whatnot." Xol yawned again, flicking off a insect that had landed on his bare shoulder.

"Maybe you're the one that should be in bed..." He grinned slightly and chuckled, removing the bandages that Phia and put on him and crushing them into a ball.