Bijin: Epilogue time! I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. Twas fun and a bit slow at times, and while I don't personally think it is my best work, it is still a fun and a little bit psychotic story. Hope you liked the ending and here is the extra ending!

Chapter 11: Release

"Oh yeah! We are getting drunk tonight!" Daxter announced as the group prepared themselves for the party at hand at the Naughty Ottsel.

Jak sighed and sipped at his drink, looking to Torn and Ashelin across the table. It was surprising to find that Daxter had put the drinking party off for a full two nights after the defeat of Rayn. Though he had insisted that the timing was crucial. Come to later find out it was simply due to them having to express order more alcohol for the party. Jak sat at a booth, Keira leaning heavily into his chest as she enjoyed her own drink. Torn and Ashelin sat similarly across the table from them and Jak was the first to speak.

"So... what all happened the other night?" Jak put a hand to his head. "The details are all a little fuzzy."

"Well, we captured most of the people who invaded Spargus. The only ones that we didn't capture were Rayn's loyals; the people she had before she started gathering members of other gangs." Torn shrugged. "She and her loyals escaped in the confusion of you going nuts when they threw those ropes on you." Jak shrugged sheepishly. "Other than that, you know what happened. We got you into the light eco vent, and voila. Purge."

Jak rubbed his neck. "You both alright? I heard I did some damage."

Ashelin put a hand to her cheek. "I'm fine. I was only out for a moment. And if you think I can't handle a little bruise like this, you underestimate me beyond forgiveness."

Jak shrugged. "Sorry either way." He looked to Torn.

"Just bumps and scratches. Same as with Ashelin. We're both fine." He smirked. "Though I may have to kick your ass for hurting my girl."

Jak smirked. "Bring it on, Tattoo-boy."

Keira leaned in to whisper, poking his forehead. "What does that make you?"

Jak ignored her and smiled. "What kind of challenge were you thinking?"

Torn smiled and snapped his fingers. Daxter looked up from his place with Tess. "Hey fuzzball! Get us some shot glasses."

Jak downed the rest of his drink and pushed the glass aside. "Oh you've just made a grave error, Torn. You forget that I spent two years in prison drinking the hardest stuff Haven has to offer. You're going down."

"And I am an ex-soldier, where drinking competitions are the bread and butter of proving your worth, so bring it on." The shot glasses were delivered, accompanied by two large bottles.

"Oooh! Tess! It's starting!" Daxter yelled, hopping onto the table's end and taking a seat. Tess appeared seconds later, a large bowl of popcorn in her hands as she cozied up next to Daxter. "Too bad Sig had to get back to his duties, or we'd get to see two shows tonight." He popped a few kernels into his mouth as Jak raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh come on! You two drinking yourselves silly? I have to see that!"

Keira scoffed. "Oh no you don't! I've barely had any time with Jak tonight. Once I lose him to the alcohol I won't get any time with him at all."

Jak looked to her, but said nothing as usual. Daxter spoke up. "Oh come on, Keira! You'll have him afterward! I'm sure he'll be very agreeable when he's drunk." His eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

Jak's face went red. Keira smirked and pulled something from her belt. "No! They can have their drinking contest later. Jak's mine for now." She adjusted the item in question and Jak suddenly sat straight.

"What the...?" He stood rigidly from his seat and began to march awkwardly away from the table before stopping and turning. Keira smiled and patted the headset.

"I like this thing. Though I need some practice. He's hard to steer." She followed him over and smiled, releasing his mind and sighing. Jak shrugged and leaned against the table she had stopped him at. She leaned into his arms and he encircled her. Torn looked at Jak, a sideways frown on his face.

Jak shrugged, eyes communicating his willing helplessness. "I certainly hope the novelty of this thing wears off after a few days." Pinch in the back of his mind and he was suddenly bent over Keira, one arm supporting her back and the other supporting her shoulders. The pinch left and he smiled down at his controller. "Just a little perverted, don't you think?" He inquired of her.

Keira wrapped her arms around his neck and shrugged. "I didn't make you do anything too bad, yet."

Jak shrugged and kissed her.

Drinking would come later. It was time to purge the taste of Rayn from his lips.

Bijin: Eh, short. But whatever. Either way... voila! Finito! Leave me a message and let me know what you think! See ya later for my Wallflower fic!