Yona had found and drunk nearly half a bottle of Jeaha's secret stash. Jeaha had then been offered the rest, which he readily accepted. Even Gija had gotten a sip.

"Ne, Jeaha, let's have a contest."

"What kind?"

"Mmmm… I don't know. What do you think Gija?"

But Gija didn't hear her.

"Oh! I know. Let's have a flirt battle." Yona said, slurring slightly and grinning madly.

Jeaha was just sober enough to know that it wasn't a good idea, and just drunk enough to not care.

"And how would we do something like that?"

"Like this." Yona grabbed his arm and hugged it. "See?" Then she laughed merrily.

Jeaha smiled. This would be a very, very interesting game.

Gija was watching. Suddenly, his eyes lit with an unholy fire.

"Zeno! Us too! We're going to fight too!"

Zeno noticed Gija's hand growing. "No, wait. They aren't fighting, Gija. Wait. Don't attack Zeno!" Zeno broke off into a run.

Gija chased after, stumbling around and chanting 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' as he ran.

Sinha looked on. He wrapped his fluff around him. If it got too bad he would intervene.

"So then is it my turn?" Jeaha asked.

"Uh huh."

Jeaha leaned over and kissed the top of her head. Yona smiled up at him.

"That's no good. You won't win that way."

"If I win too quickly it won't be any fun."

"Ok. My turn."

Yona pulled on his arm and pushed his stomach at the same time, knocking him over. She fell on top of him, with what was supposed to be a kiss on the nose, but turned out to be more like a headbut.

"Ow! You aren't any good at this either."

Meanwhile, Gija had almost caught up with Zeno several times, and the back of his tunic had several rips and a decent amount of blood. Zeno, however, was warming up to the game.

"You'll never catch Zeno! Never!"

Gija ran faster. It seemed that he had turned from fighting to hunting.

Sinha wondered if he should stop them. No. Not yet anyway. It was still very entertaining.

"Whose turn is it?" Yona asked.

"I don't know."

"Then my turn!"

Before Jeaha realized what it was she was doing she had her outer dress off. And when she refused to put it back on again, Jeaha responded in kind, taking his robe off.

Meanwhile, Zeno had tripped, and Gija had finally caught him.

"Ow! Ok, fine, you caught Zeno. Now Zeno will catch you. Run, Gija!"

Gija took off, with Zeno in pursuit.

Sinha settled in to watch.

"What now, Jeaha?"

"It's your turn."

"It is? Ok. Um… I know!"

Yona tackled Jeaha, knocking him over for the second time. Then she sat on his stomach.

"You're sitting backwards, you know."

"No I'm not!"

Yona quickly undid the buckle, and ripped off his boot.

"Wait! What? You've… you've defiled me."

Yona laughed. "Ah ha! I win."

"Not yet you don't."

Jeaha knocked her down now too and started tickling her.

Sinha began to think that it might be going too far. He looked over at Gija and Zeno. They must have traded roles again. Gija tripped and somehow got his hand stuck inside Zeno's back. He looked back at Jeaha and Yona. Yona was trying to tickle him back, but she was laughing too much. It was. It was enough. He should stop it now. But they were all too involved to hear him if he said anything.

Sinha stood up, flinging off his fur and mask both. He stared at them all, freezing them all but Zeno. Then he tipped over.

Just at that moment, Hak came running up, Yun close behind him. He surveyed the scene quickly.

"What the hell happened!?"

He had already punched Jeaha in the face before he realized that he couldn't move. Yun ran to Zeno and helped to pull him off of Gija's hand.

"What happened, Zeno?!"

Zeno just rubbed the back of his head and laughed sheepishly. "Sorry."