Jonathan, Alanna, Gary, Raoul, and Alex stumbled through the doors, clinging to each other for support. When they came to an intersection in the halls, the group stopped, unsure.

"My father said we should go to bed," mumbled Gary.
Jon sniffed. "Well I'm the prince and I say we go to the Dancing Dove and get George!"

"Who's Gegrea?" Alex wanted to know.

"My sister!" Alanna wailed.

Raoul shook his head sadly and trotted down the hall that lead to the city. The rest of his drunk companions followed him. They made their way to the stables.

"My horse is way far away!" whined Alex. The others nodded in agreement.

"I say we take other people's horsies!" Alanna said excitedly. The smiled and wandered along the rows of stalls, selecting their substitutes.

Gary took his father's chestnut, Jonathan took Roald's, Raoul took Roger's steed, Alanna chose Myles's, and Alex decided on Lord Martin's viscous mount. As they rode out, Alex was tossed by his horse. His delirious friends took no notice of his absence.

They made their way to the Dove's courtyard and ordered a servant to tend their horses. Staggering inside the noisy pub, they sought out George.

"Heya there Georgie. I brought friends…." Alanna boomed.

A look of concern swept over George's face and he sprung up, taking hold of Alanna with one hand and Jon with the other.

"What did you lads to tonight?" he accused, and led them up to his rooms.

(A/n: I know! Its short! But thanks to all my reviewers, and I am VERY VERY open to ideas!)