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Sy, of course, was beating on Aly with her fists which felt roughly as powerful as being with a foam bat. She was still half-blabbering about him being a stupid wuss and other sorts of curses, all of which were only mildly coherent... she didn't need no stinkin' blanket! BAH! Especially if stupid-head said she needed one.

>> Where was she again?

Rahujo blinked as she caught sight of Ieyasu. Were those ... ears? How come she'd never noticed them before? Her forehead wrinkled as her currently less-than-acute brain tried to figure it out.

He wasn't wearing a hat or a ... tails too?

She raised a hand and scratched her head, mussing her thick mane of black hair - which was in a state of slight disarray from the falls she'd taken.

Some kind of Aerandir, perhaps? He doesn't look like one ... but then, I've only ever seen Osero and Acia...

She let her head thunk back against the wall of the house and stared at the porch ceiling. At least that was staying (relatively) still...

Alyosha nodded grogily. He was becoming tired. He walked towards the ladder, misstepping a few times on his way. As he grabbed hold of the ladder he began to feel a little dizzy. He slipped off his shoes, exposing pale white and slightly clawed feet which were, to him, much more agreeable for climbing the ladder.

He ascended, head popping through to the upper level. Alyosha could only see covers on the bed but there were a few of them. He grabbed them and chucked them down before him, climbing after, half jumping off the last few steps when his foot slipped.

He lay out some of the blankets, creating a sleeping "area" which cushioned the hardwood floor. Despite her attitude he prodded Sy onto this area, placing a finger over her lips as if to quieten her.

Feeling a little guilty, he slipped back outside to find Rahujo and offered her an arm. She was too big for him to carry or guide far so she'd have to stay here tonight too.

Nyxa followed Ieyasu, tripping a few times as she tried to make her way into the house. Successfully entering, she picked a small area off to the side. She rustled the blankets into a small nest, removing her pants and belt so she was clad in only her panties and twisted bra. One must be comfortable in order to sleep, and leather pants weren't always that comfortable.

Curling up in the wad of blankets, Nyxa blearily watched the others group into the room, a wide yawn breaking past her lips. Soon enough she was passed out in drunken slumber, loud raucous snores rising from her huddled form.

As Nyxa passed by Ieyasu, he seemed to snap himself out of whatever stupor he had gotten himself into. Somehow kicking off his sandals, with exaggerated care he stepped into the room, swaying slightly. He wasn't so fussy about picking somewhere to sleep - as soon as he'd gotten sufficiently far into the room he sank to the ground, half heartedly tugging the blankets a little closer to him.

He had hardly been lying down for more than a few minutes when he began to snore gently, one of his tails flicking softly as conscious thought left him.

She was watching this all with glazed-over eyes that didn't really comprehend the situation. Perhaps it'd all make sense in the morning, but since the night before she didn't really want to go to sleep, although with her mind as drunk as her body and as slow to move, she couldn't remember why sleep was bad.

Her fit of anger exhausted for the moment she closed her eyes and leaned against Alyosha simultaneously, finding some comfort in being around so many people. His warmth wasn't too much at the moment, the cool night hair rushing in...

And she fell into a quiet, dreamless sleep.

Waking the next morning, Nyxa cursed vividly at the sunshine that was harassing her burning eyes. Small spots of color pinpricked the back of her lids and she rolled onto her stomach, cursing again. What in the Hell had happened last night?

Peeking up through the mass of blankets she was huddled under, Nyxa let out a groan. Drunk. She'd gotten drunk with a bunch of strangers and now she was hunched (half-naked) under blankets.

Shifting slowly out of the tangled blankets, Nyxa grappled for her pants. Where was.. her sweater? And what the hell was up with her bra? Did she.. what? No, she'd know if she'd had sex, wouldn't she?

Shoving her legs into her pants, Nyxa stumbled for the front door. This was mortifying. Without a backward glance, Nyxa pert near ran (or tried to) all the way back to her own home, passing out on the small couch that was in her living room.

Having so many people around her and one in particular holding on to her around the waist, it took a fair amount of movement to jar her. In her beautiful-still-drowsy state it was easy to dream that it was no strange bird-beast on her thigh and in her lap but perhaps, say, some half-naked man or something equally pleasant.

And then, like the typical man, he had to do something stupid and ruin it all... and it startled her when her imagined bishie turned from a pleasant reverie to some creature that was honking at her and could dash out her brains with its beak. For almost an entire half a second she opened her bleary eyes at it and stared without comprehension.

Then she let out a particularly ear-piercing scream (and probably in the near vicinity of poor Aly's ear) and tried to scramble to protection none-too-successfully considering she was still being held by a slumbering kitsune.