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Late January, 109

On this quiet winter night when most wolfriders were fast asleep in their cozy warm beds, two not so normal individuals were wide awake and causing quite the disruption in the Hall - no doubt to the annoyance of the residents on the second floor. Shouts and roars of indecency and rather inappropriate language erupted from one of the private lounges at the end of the hallway. The occasional shattering of glass could be heard, followed by rousing cheers and maniacal laughter.

Another glass shattered against the wall and Rayan jumped onto the table, hands fisted as he threw them up in the air with a triumphant howl. He tore open his shirt and started thumping his fisted hands against his chest. Then he looked down at his companion, pointed a finger at the other man... and broke into song.

"Grease lightning!" he shouted into an empty beer bottle, one hand on the hem of his pants as the other sweeped an extended index finger towards his companion and the peanut gallery. "Go grease lightning!"

"Go grease... thunder!" Rayan stopped singing when his 'friend' popped up in front of him, only inches away from his own face. At the other man's exclamation, he gasped loudly and looked thoroughly offended. "YOU are a ba-donka donk!"

Rayan leaned forward so that his nose bumped into the other man's mouth. Then he pressed his finger into his friend's chest ...or tried to but completely missed and fell off the table with a resounding "Oomph!"

However, Rayan was not to be distracted as he quickly jumped up, ran into the wall, before finally walking back towards the table... only to crush his groin against one of the chairs. He doubled over and fell to the floor in pain.

But he managed to throw the empty bottle in his hand at Damien's head.

"Oh YEAH, shawty?!" Rayan scrambled to his feet, pain forgotten in the face of not-so-friendly rivalry. He picked up a full bottle of beer and pointed it at Damien. "I'm going to chuff YOU to bits!"

Then Damien launched off the table and...landed on both feet. Rayan looked at the bottle in his hands and decided he must be drunk. So he threw the full bottle at Damien's head, hoping to hear a louder thunk this time.

Then Rayan launched himself after the beer bottle and into Damien, tackling his friend to the ground. Now straddling the other man's waist, Rayan crossed his arms triumphantly. "Oh N J that, you wi-noh-een!"

Rayan blanked as the arm lifted weakly towards him and punched him ...from a foot away. A moment passed as he continued to straddle his Captain, before he suddenly fell off to the side and hit the ground with a THUMP!

Dazed, Rayan found himself lying next to Damien and staring at the pigs crawling along the ceiling. Turning his head towards his companion, Rayan was suddenly seeing twins. "Whoa, whichever one of youse hit me... that was an awesome punches!"

Reaching next time him, Rayan found a half-empty bottle of beer and took a swig from it. Then he offered it to Damien, except he accidentally held it upside down... so the rest of the contents just happened to spill all over the Captain's face.

"It was ME! I was theith one," he slurred as Damien started raising his hand and pointing to himself with his other hand. "I punches"

Then suddenly it started raining beer! Oh wait. "Damn it," he smacked Rayan before grabbing the beer out of the drunken man's hands and tossing the offending peeing object across the room. He watched as the glass broke when hitting the wall and cheered, both arms flung up. "GOAL!"

Suddenly, he heard the most terribly sung tune ever! What on earth was that hideous noise? He looked up from his seat on the ground and narrowed his eyes as though trying to see who the hell was pointing at him in such a rude manner. "Holy wolves!" He crawled over to Rayan's side and started shaking the other man violently. "Rayan. Rayan. Rayan... RAyan!" He kept shaking as he fell silent, forgetting what he was going to say. Then...

"RAYAN!" He threw a drunken punch at the other man's arm not caring if it hit or not. "It's... it's... that. GIRL!" He started pointing at Anna.

"He sent you here didn't he?!" he accused Anna while trying trying to search the floor for a bottle of beer but still managing to point at her with one hand. "Feral sent you DIDn't HE?!"

At Damien's exclamation, Anna nearly threw herself off balance while turning around to look for said 'girl'. She blinked several times in confusion before pointing to herself. "Moi?" she asked in bewilderment before taking a swig from her bottle, which somehow miraculously opened on its own. "Not THAT girl," she shook her head vigorously. "THE girl." she corrected with a drunken grin.

Wide, blood-red eyes stared at Damien at his accusation. "He?!? HE??? Y-y-y-you bumbling GIT!" Anna grimaced as her words slurred and latched onto a table as she began to sway again. "Ohh-ho-ho. It is HE who has formed a pact with she who sent me! Madame Shi-shez....sue-- your mother!!! And now you are--"

Anna yelped in reaction to hearing perhaps the girliest man-shriek she had ever heard in her life and fell back just as she spun around to face the source of the shriek: Rayan. She landed on her lower back with a small thud, but was too numb to notice it. "It's alright!" she called, waving a hand from out behind the table. "I didn't spill my wine!" The woman hiccuped before scrambling back onto the table--
And swallowing in horror as several airborne bottles of beer were flying past her head.

"Sacré bleu!!" she gasped and fell onto her hands and knees to crawl back under the table. "The Nationalists have returned!!!" she shouted to no one in particular, as though she were living through D-day. "Viva la resistance!!!" she cried, clinging onto her precious Amarone for dear life while attempting to shove chairs in Rayan's general direction. "YOU, madame, throw like a sissy!"

Rayan pumped a fist up into the air and roared in approval as one of his missiles successfully connected with Damien's head. The brunette jumped up and ran towards the Captain to complete his success... only to be steamrolled over by enemy forces.

"OOMPH!!" Rayan hit the floor hard, breath knocked out of him as he lay on his back with the chair lying over him. "NOOO!!! I've been CAUGHT!!!" he screamed to no one in particular. "But I will not go down so easily. Mourez, la Resistanz!!!"

Dramatically, Rayan lifted the chair and threw it in Damien's direction before crawling quickly head-on towards Annabel. "Le boo-zeh is MINE!!!" he shouted as he barreled under/into the table.

Damien felt the tug of life and his upper-half of his body suddenly rose from the ground, two arms straight out before him. "I live~~~!!! VIVA LA Creme BRULEE (insert accent marks everywhere)!!!"

He finally turned towards Anna and his eyes widdened. "Ewok-who-must-not-be-named!" he hissed in horror. Suddenly he jumped up onto his feet and pointed to Rayan. "Ewok! You killed my father!"