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So this was what it had come. She was dragging the drunken carcass of the now-slightly unconscious Sharrkan. As Pisti walked by the living quarters of the eight generals, a devious grin passed over her face.
The next morning...
A throbbing headache, muscle pain and a feeling that signified that he was still quite wasted. Yep, he was hungover. Great he rolled his eyes. God, even his eyes hurt. His thoughts suddenly raced back to him. Right, he was at the bar. Sinbad walked over to him and requested they have a drinking game. Sharrkan, being the gentleman he was, refused. Sinbad proceeded to insult him in a very un-gentlemanly way (at least he wasn't the only one who got hammered). In order to recover his self-esteem and his respect for his leader, he agreed. Next, he remembered drinking mug after mug of the alcoholic drink...and that was how he got here. Just then, he heard a shuffling coming from the blankets. His eyes darted from side to side. Now that he noticed it, something felt...off. The usual clutter of swords wasn't on the floor, his golden necklace wasn't on the table and he could have sworn he saw a wizard's staff leaning against the wall. Wait...was he in her room?!
Yamuraiha groaned. She was very and she meant very uncomfortable. The once soft and cool blankets had turned hot and drenched in sweat. She struggled to kick the smelly sheets off. Something was obviously preventing him from doing so. She blushed. She saw a hand—a tanned hand on her, um, breast. Wait...a tanned hand? She turned over, seeing a man, a certain dark-skinned man to be exact. She, being a calm and collected woman, didn't panic. She started to pry the pervert's hand off. Yamuraiha found the pervert's hand more and more annoying, to the point that she pulled the hand off harshly and fell off the bed, dragging the pervert along with her. Uh oh she thought This isn't good.
This was definitely not what he wanted. Definitely not what he wanted.
"Um...hi."
"Hi! Is that all you can say Sharrkan!"
"Kinda..."
"By the way, how did you not notice that your hand was on my chest?"
Sharrkan blushed. "My hand was on your—hhhmmmm!"
He was cut short by Yamuraiha pressing her lips against his, taking in his alcoholic smell, resisting the urge to puke.
The weird thing was, it didn't feel weird.
Maybe getting drunk wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Epilouge
A pair of eyes spied on the couple from the window. "Yes!" Pisti exclaimed as she thrust her fist into the air.
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