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!uGYNBMPzOs 08/17/11(Wed)02:59 No.15966655You smirk "Hugging someone you care about is perfectly fine love." you reply to Sansa as she topples from her stool.
She looks over to her opponents, of them, only Gabriel remains in his stool. Sansa pouts "I lost..." she sadly slurs.
Smirking, you plant a kiss on the top of Vi's head, and make your way over to Sansa, and help her to her feet. "I think that you have had quite enough now, Sansa. we wouldn't want you to vomit, now would we?"
She looks at you strangely "Your talking like Vi'ni'tee'frunylady..." she observes as you lift her.
You chuckle again "Just how much did I drink with her that night I recruited her?" you ask Laelith.
The elf shrugs,a s Kyria and Jayne join the three of you "I dont know, but it must have beenalot." Kyria answers you cheerily. Looking about, you notice the main area beginning to thin out. Shrugging, you escort the ladies back to your tent.
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Within an hour, Jayne had all of you perfectly sober, and quite energetic. By morning, she had resuscitated all of you at least twice. By late morning, you finally make your way from the tent. as usual the camp looks more a battlefield than a dwelling for soldiers.
More than a few soldiers are still asleep outside, most of them in incredibly uncomfortable looking positions. Several have clearly had their drunken slumbers taken advantage of, and will no doubt be the victim of many more jokes for their being so far gone as to be the victims of their current predicaments.
Over by the mess tent, Lena, Catalina and Vi all sit on a bench, eating slowly, and shielding their eyes. From the look of it, they all left their tents mere minutes ago. At another table, Cornelius is happily counting coins, as the few other conscious soldiers look at him with either envy or anger, the looks betraying whether or not they had been in competition with the man the last night. that aside, the camp is quite dead, as most of its population is still sleeping. |