"Paranoia is in bloom, the PR, transmissions will resume, they'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down, and hope that, we will never see the truth aro…" The noise from the cell phone died as a large hand took the offending object and threw it up against the surprisingly far wall, only satisfied with the popping sound of battery coming out of the back. Said arm flopped back onto the bed where its owner laid blissfully sleeping, golden hair glinting in the rays of the morning sun. The sounds of the city below fell on half-asleep ears and the hand came back, this time to try to use the pillow to drown out the sounds.
"Go back to bed." Finding that agreeable, the hand flopped back down and grasped a slender arm, snuggling further into the embrace.
For about the next five seconds.
Cobalt eyes snapped open and every muscle tensed up tighter than wind-up clock. Link Harnikan, star quarterback of the Wolves at Hyrule High School, swallowed hard as tried to work out exactly what happened the night before, and exactly who was in his bed. A now shaking hand gently lifted the much more slender one so that Link could turn his body ever so slightly to view the bed's other occupant. If shocked was what he was before, then Link couldn't even imagine what he was now. There in bed, pressed up against him, was student council president and resident ice queen Zelda Wayvern. Link was in blissful hell, pressed up against the girl who by normal circumstances would never have given him the time of day, not even if she was paid to. Not like he'd ever ask her.
It's not that he didn't find her attractive, far from it in fact. Despite her ice queen status, she was one of the most beautiful girls in the school. However, anyone who was anyone knew that when it came to the rules, you either follow them and gain her respect or break them and get her to hate you. Currently, Link held the top spot in Zelda's list of troublemakers. He was fairly certain that after this, that place would become permanent.
While Link's mind was currently wrapping itself around his present situation, it failed to notice a dangerous hazard to his safety. Aquamarine eyes sleepily opened as Zelda tried to clear the haze of sleep from her mind. Just what the hell had happened to her? Bringing one hand up to rub her aching temples, she tried to remember what happened last night and why she had such a strong headache. Scrunching her face in discomfort, Zelda snuggled back into her surprisingly warm pillow. Wait, warm pillow? Zelda's eyes snapped back open.
Later on, Zelda would say that she woke up quite dignified despite what others may think. She would also say that the blood-curdling scream everyone else heard was not her, but could not offer up a better explanation except for that they were in Vegas. The other hotel occupants would claim that the ghost of someone who died here had resurfaced, along with a banshee. The crazy old lady that lived in her hotel room tried to convince everyone that saw her that the apocalypse had come, and with it, a screaming banshee. Link, whose ears would still be ringing even then, would say nothing on the subject, yet later be heard remarking to Navi that Zelda had quite a set of lungs.