And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[chime_ra_tilt]

His normally blue-grey face is bright red, still, from all the blushing he's been doing.

"Please say it doesn't," he says.

[mogget_cat]

"See, I wouldn't say that the inclusion of map yaks makes a drink a good drink," says the not'cat, primly.

"I tend to rely on taste."

"At least... I don't remember ending up in someone else's clothing when the sun came up. ...I don't remember the sun coming up, either..."

Uhoh.

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

"Its not so much the map yak, but the whole prelude of events leading up to said possession of the map yak." Laini winks at Yrael, and then beams down at Zelgadiss.

"Oh, it will be fun. An adventure- even better, a Learning Experience!"

[chime_ra_tilt]

He had been shading back through lilac to get to blue again, but no. That look of Laini's sent him back to crimson.

Gotta start again.

"Um... I don't know if I want a map yak."

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Laini ruffles Zelgadiss' hair. "Don't worry. No map yaks. Can't promise anything else, though."

She grins, and motions to the now-crowded room. "Take your pick."

[chime_ra_tilt]

His wirey hair sticks up in odd directions.

"If you say so..."