Last night must have been awesome. It would be a shame if something like that were to be forgotten. Shirou steps out of the shower, throws on some clothes and enters the hallway. Saber is walking through the hallway looking quite angry as she is finishing doing her hair by putting a ribbon in it. She looks at Shirou and glares, stomping through the hallway at him.

"Sup Saber?"

Saber gets pretty close to Shirou and backs him into a wall, her face is now inches away from his. "Would you care to tell me why Sakura is in your room with not a thread of clothing on her?" She growls.

"Well you see what happened was last night I was sleeping quite peacefully. Then I was rudely awakened by these vampire ninjas that busted in my window, Sakura heard the commotion, rushed into my room and threw her clothes at the vampire ninjas. Turns out Vampire Ninjas are weak against certain types of cotton so they burst into flames, taking poor Sakura's clothes with them." Shirou explains sincerely.

"Shirou, that was the least believeable story I have ever heard out of you other than that time you said Taiga and Ilya were signed to a popular record label for their rap songs." Saber put her hands on her hips.

"Hey, time is gonna tell on that one. I'm sure I heard it somewhere. Anyway, what were you doing in my room in the first place?" Shirou asked.

"I can not find my lion... so I was looking for it." Saber looked a bit downtrodden and she started to fidget with her hands a little.

"Well I'll leave you to it then." Shirou starts to walk off. Saber losing her stuffed animal wasn't exactly high on his priority list right now.

"Ah! Shirou wait a minute..." Saber calls after him nervously. Seemed like she was going to ask Shirou for help. Whatever.

"Rider, Rider. Where is that super sexfied Servant at?" Shirou sings as he walks through the halls. She was most likely in the living room, for some odd reason even though she had her own room she ended up passing out on his couch.

Shirou walks into the living room and sees a bare leg hanging over the side. He'd recognize that soft skin and slender leg anywhere. He lowers his body and creeps up towards the back of the couch. If he was quiet enough maybe he can surprise her. "There's a man who lives a life of danger. To every one he meets he stays a stranger~." He sings as quietly as he can as he drops down and creeps along the ground like he's being shot at.

Shirou presses his back against the couch and looks straight up. Rider's leg is hanging right above his head now. So vulnerable. He raises his hands up, prepared to grab Rider's leg and torment her foot. "COOCHY COOCHY COO MOTHERFUCKER!" Shirou springs up and wraps his arm around Rider's leg, tucking it in his armpit while he wiggles his fingers over the bottom of her exposed foot.

"Kyaa!" Rider squeaks rather cutely and begins to squirm helplessly as Shirou ravages her foot. "Noooooo! Stop~!" She cries out in vain.

Large Japanese characters explode everywhere roughly translating to "Tickleing Torture of the North Star"

"ATATATATATATATATATA!" Shirou shouts as he continues his assault. Rider has begun to laugh uncontrollably and is trying to free her leg from Shirou's grasp, which of course is useless because she has no strength because she's laughing too hard.

"No more! Shirou please!" Rider begs between large gasping breaths. She had even begun to sweat a little.

Shirou looks over his shoulder at Rider. She was wearing a pair of stylish denim shorts that ended high up her thighs, and a black t shirt that looked quite ruffled due to her squirming around even exposing her firm looking belly. Her silky purple hair had been thrown everywhere and her glasses were starting to slide off of the bridge of her nose.

Well, Shirou figured he might as well show her a little mercy since he needs her for something. He releases his hold on Rider's leg and turns to face her. "Morning Rider." He greets her and grins widely.

Rider heaves a sigh and pushes her glasses back up on her nose. "That is quite the greeting Shirou, good morning." She greets him back and quickly takes her leg away from him. She picks her book up off the floor, which she must have been reading before Shirou interrupted her.

"So what happened last night? Nobody else remembers and you seem to be immune to hangovers, so naturally I thought you could let me know." Shirou asks her right away.

Rider's eyes drooped a little. "I'm afraid I was affected as well. I don't remember much either, it's a bit embarassing since my butt hurts quite a bit this morning." Her face flushed a little.

"Wait a minute? You got knocked on your ass too? What the hell were we drinking?" Shirou says in complete and utter astonishment. Though the fact that Rider's ass hurt probably is Shirou's fault... at least he kind of hopes that it is. She does have a rather lovely butt.

"Here is one of the bottles." Rider hands him an empty glass bottle from under the couch.

It looked like some kind of Irish import booze with high alcohol content. Wait a sec... Irish? "Rider do you remember where you got this?" Rider was the one that bought all the sake and other kinds of booze for them to drink while Shirou did most of the other shopping.

Rider nodded and crossed her legs, still trying to keep them from him. "Yes, Lancer introduced me to it."

"Was he here last night?"

Rider nodded again. "Yes. I haven't seen him this morning so my guess is that he left last night."

That bastard! "A plot is afoot!" Shirou strikes your fist in the air.

At the word "afoot" Rider tucked her legs under her and sat on them, glaring at him a little.

"By the way Sakura is naked in my room. She needs some clothes."

"And where are you going?" Rider asked.

Shirou jabs his thumb into his chest. "I need to find out what kind of mind boggling ass shaking sex I had last night. So there's one guy that might know about it. This is the duty of a man." He says as his hair blows faintly in the wind even though there's no wind in the house.