Hours later and after three pitchers, the males had begun to get tipsy and laughing at each others jokes.

"Hey crab legs, I'm hungry!" Sam slurred poking at Brukos suddenly.

Brukos and the girls looked and saw their glasses were empty. Trish's head was tipping back back and forth and Sam was poking at Brukos while Anita was giggling a bit. The three males shared a look before chuckling. Brukos was about to finish his drink to head out when he realized it was half empty.

"What the... Sahm, did you drink some of my-"

"Oh get over it!" She groaned as she let her head drop into the table, swinging her empty glass around.

"They started it." She says poking Trish, who was drooling, already asleep.

Guntog and Kartok looked at each other before picking up their drinks and seeing they were also half empty. Anita was grinning like an idiot and swaying back and forth while Sam was swishing her finger around to pretend music.

"Come, let us go. Our oomens have reached the tipping point. Any more and they will grow ill." Guntog says, standing and finishing his drink before picking Trish up.

She was dead asleep so he lifted her with ease and walked out, followed by Brukos, who was struggling with a singing Sam and Kartok with a cuddly Anita. Again, the night will be long.

Anita felt like she was flying as she was carried off by Kartok, who growled to himself as he carted his giggling woman home.

"It is true you oomens cannot hold your C'ntlip."

"Hey! I can hold my shhit just fine. Come over here and say that to my face..." she replies wiggling a bit in his arms. He sighed deeply, getting her over his shoulder and continuing. Then he jumped when he felt her hand on one of his cheeks.

"Wow, you really DO work out! That's a nice toosh!" Anita giggles.

Why me? He begged an answer as he glares up at the skies while walking. Though secretly he enjoyed her tiny hand on him and her complement. It sounded better coming from here even though she was drunk.

When he finally arrived home he shut and locked the doors, walking to his chambers and sighing. Anita had went silent, so he assumed she was asleep. He knelt into his bed to dislodge her from his shoulder, only to feel her hands grab his neck and hold him close when he flopped her down onto the bed. He fell with her, nearly crushing her under his weight.

"No... don't go yet." She mumbles.

"I will not sleep on your nest woman, it is too small for me." He chuckles as he pulls Anita's arms off his neck and set them down. He knelt down and grabbed what she called a night gown.

"Why did you buy me?"

Suddenly he froze, looking down at her glazed eyes as she stared up at him with what he saw was the most lost look he had ever seen. Her hair was splayed out across her head and onto his furs like a halo of dark waves, her smooth skin tinted pink from the alcohol, her lips plump and wet from licking it, her eyes, staring deep into his own. By paya she was beautiful in his bed.

"What?" He whispered.

"Why did you buy me? I'm no strong or brave. Is it because I was obedient and quiet?"

"...no." he replies, kneeling by her again. She moved so he could lay beside her leaning on his elbow.

"I bought you because I saw something in you that I hadn't seen in a ooman for many years. Something that made my insides stir and want to protect you from all the evil of this place." He says.

"What did you see?" She whispers.

He leaned in, taking her chin in his large hand and setting into her eyes with a smile.

"Hope." He replies quietly.

Anita smiles, closing her eyes and snuggling against his chest, inhaling his deep earthy scent and falling asleep with a smile on her face.

Kartok sighed, letting her snuggle up to him in his bed and looked at the night gown. She will be uncomfortable in that outfit but he will be damned if he'd undress her now. He sighed, laying his head into his furs and covered them with a fur, looking down at his ooman holding his waist with a smile. He was in trouble.

Brukos was no better off with Sam who felt the need to comment about every yautja that passed by.

Why is that one so fat?

She has bigger boobs then I do!

I want more drinks!

I'm fine to drive!

Get a pedicure nasty feet!

I want twizzlers

Can I ride on his back?

Brukos growled in frustration as he finally made it home before his headache grew more and more. Sam was giggling like a lunatic when he placed her in her nest.

"Go to sleep Sahm, you will be sore in the head when the sun rises." He says.

"I don't tell you what to do mom!" She shouts, slapping his hands away and covering her head.

"And it is SAM, S. A. M. Like ham and bam and slam and cam and wham..." she mumbles.

Then he was surprised to hear her sniffle. He slowly pulled the fur down and saw tears in her eyes.

"I hate you... I hate all of you and I wanna go home. I want my mom, I want my dad and my dog and I... I want my Tommy back." She mumbles, closing her eyes as tears fall down her cheeks. Finally she went limp, sleeping peacefully.

Brukos sighed and leaned back against the wall of his chambers. Seeing her cry was unnerving, especially since all she did was out up a tough front and disobey him, curse at him in her language and laugh. Seeing her vulnerable, it made his heart hurt. It made him hurt. He sat beside her, rubbing her back and hair while she slept.

Guntog smiled as tucked Amanda into her own nest, which was in her own room considering she was an open breeder and allowed men into her chambers when she saw fit. She mumbles in her sleep and woke a bit, seeing Guntog tucking her into her expensive soft sheets. They were satin, she told him once when he first got her. She said it made her feel sexy when she slept in soft sheets so he purchased them from the vendor. Poor Guntog was such a pushover for her.

"I need my nighty." She says pointing to the doll tiny gown on her stand.

Sighing, he grabbed it and handed it to her. She sat up and pulled the top off, not caring if he watched and slid it over her chest before pulling the bottoms of the outfit off and sliding back into her. Then she watched his calm relaxed features while he slid the sheet over her and bid her goodnight. He began to walk out the door when she sat back up.

"Hey..." he turned back to her.

"...thanks for not taking advantage of me or anything." She says.

"Why would I ever do that?"

"I'm an object on earth. Guys only see me for some sex toy... but you don't. So thank you." She says with a smile.

Guntog smiles a little and nods to her in return before shutting her door and going to his own room. Once he shut the doors he let out a growl and looked down at his crotch. Dammit but that woman made him horny!