Sorry for the long wait. I wasn't at my best, and rewwrote the cahpter multiple times. Anyways, here it is.

Glory: Thank god. The worst is over.

Sunny: No it's not. The Author told me about the next few chapters!

I don't own Wings if Fire.

Reason #6: Hangovers

"I love you, Tsunami." Sunny said as she snuggled closer to the body heat that was Tsunami and her breathing became slow and rythmic. Tsunami just puzzled over her last comment in her head. As she was, she watched the opther people on the room. She had no idea how long she'd watched, but she fell asleep, sitting against the wall, with sunny in her arms.

Glory tried to open her eyes. As soon as she did, a blinding light, like the lights above operating tables pierced her eyes, driving a spear of pain into her head. She shut her eyes immediately. Glory goraned, but the sound created a wave of pain, and she shut her mouth. There was a hard knocking at the door. Glory writhed from the pain in her head, and softly called out, "Come in." The door slammed open, and Glory's cousin, Jambu marched in. He ran to the window, and threw open the curtains, bathing the roomk in sulight, causing Glory more pain.

"Morning Cousin!" he yelled. That was one of his bad habits. He tended to be a bit too loud, and that was what Glory didn't need. She tried to order him to go away, but everyhting she did caused something to hurt. Deathbringer walked into the room, and forcefully removed Jambu, dragging him out the door whispering in his ear. "But Glory needs me!" He called from the door way. Glory groaned. Deathbringer walked back into the room, after having locked Jambu out, and closed the curtains. He went to where glory lay on the bed, half-clothed and in pain.

"Here. Drink this." He held a glass full of a green liquid. Glory dide her best to cautiously sip at it. She lay on the bed for a few minutes afterwards. Eventually, her headache began to recede, and she could talk and open her eyes to some degree. She watched as Deathbringer flipped through the pages of a book. She groaned again.

"Give me coffe." WAas what she managed to say. Deathbringer nodded, and walked out of the room. Glory tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea hit her like a truck, and she lay back down. She did her best to remember the vents of the previous night, but she couldn't remember much after Deathbringer had told her that he never got hangovers. That seemed to be the case. At that exact moment, Deathbringer walked back into the room, holding a mocha. He handed the warm mug to Glory, who drained it quickly. " What happened last night?" She asked him. Maybe he knew.

"I can't remember." he told her, before sitting back down in his chair, and picking up his book. Glory sat up, and was relieved that no nausea overcame her. she sat on the edge of her bed, and watched his eyes as they flew over page after page. She knew that he liked reading, though what he was reading was a bit unorthodox.

"Jane Austen? Really?" She asked him.; His eyes flicked over the top of the book, their chocolate depths enveloping Glory in a blanket of warmth.

"For your information, Jane Austen is one of the best writers in history, and her books are actually good. Her writing style is uinque, and while her plots may not be the most original things ever, the way in which she implements them, and then plants ideas in your head is absolutely amazing." He told her, almost in one breath.

"You really like her books, huh?"

"You could say that." He answered. Then, his eyes returned to scanning the collection of cream-colored pages in his hands. He sat, and read silently while Glory pondered.

"What was in that drink you gaver me this morning?" She asked him. If it could cure her hangovers, then she needed to know how to make it. Deathbringer smiled, never raising his eyes from the book.

"Milk, some coffegrounds, and my special blend of ingredients." He asnwered smugly. Glory just sat there. So he wasn't going to share. Fine.

"Did you realize that every book you've ever read is a combinaton of 26 letters?" She asked him. Seathbringer looked up from his book and closed it. He sat in his chair, his eyes apparently lost in thought. She watched, as his eyes revealed the spinning gears of his mind. She watched as he realized the truth of the statement, and as he processed that there was so much possibility to 26 little things.

"Glory. You've earned something special today." He answered absent-mindedly, his brawin still working through the possibilities. Glory grinned. That mean tosme expensive dinner tonight. Usually, Sunday was their date night, so when it was more than a movie, or mall date, she did her best to enjoy it. They always traded who was leading the date. Last week, Glory had taken Deathbringer hiking, and this time, it was his turn. She stood up, finally feeling well enough to walk. She shuffled into the kitchen, sidestepping a collapsed Starflight, laying prone on the floor, and noticing the sleeping Tsunami, with Sunny resting comfortably on her chest. She walked into the kitchen, and served herself more coffee. She stood at the counter, and did a head count. 3. Plus her and Deathbringer, 5. Clay, Peril, and Riptide were missing. Where were they. The opening door answered some of her question.

"Oh. My head." Peril groaned, Clay right behind her. Glory smiled. She walked to her room, where Deathbringer sat, still reading.

"We need more of your hangover remedy." She told him.

"Theres more in the blender." He answered, never looking up from his book. Glory nodded, and went back to the kitchen. She grabbed two glasses from the pantry, and filled them with more green liquid from the bklender. She handed one to Peril, and one to Clay. She watched as they drank it down, and then as they began to feel better. Peril looked back at Clay, and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, I guees I can't really hold my liquor." Clay just nodded. Peril shook her head okay. "No, it's not okay. I'm part russian. I'm supposed to be really good at holding alcohol." Clay grabbed her shoulders.

"Stereotypes don't matter. You can't group people by their general characterisitcs, because then you remove any sense of individuality." Glory watched, as she was reminded that, aside from cooking, he enjoyed philosophy.

"Planning on taking a course in philosophy?" Deathbringer asked from the door to his room.

"Only if you consider a major in literature." Came the witty reply. Glory looked at Clay. Maybe being with Peril was helping him. Glory just sat on the counter, sipping at her coffee. She decided to look around the room, and see if she could peice together nything. But the sight of Sunny and Tsunami kept drawing her away from the rest of the room. What could have made the two of them stay there? Tsunami had historically gotten along only with women who were on some type of sports team. Sunny had typically only gotten along with people who had spare time. The two of them had only ever gotten along marginally, certainly never to the point where they could have slept like that.

"Hey, Guys. What happened between Sunny and Tsunami?" She asked. But all she got as an answer was a series of blank stares. "Seriously. Nothing?" She just watched as they all stared at her. "Is anybody besides me curious?" They all nodded. Glory just groaned. Great. Now she was going to have to ask Tsunami about it herself. That wasn't a conversation that was going to go well. She decided that it would be best if they were left alone. "Will the boys help me move them to a room?" She asked. This time, she was relieved to see the nodding heads. Deathbringer went over to pick up Tsunami, while Clay grabbed Sunny. They lifted the two of them and took them to the only room that hadn't been used last night. They closed the door, and then went back to the kitchen.

Tsunami woke to a small weight on her chest. She didn't have a hangover, thankfully. However, she didn't remember falling asleep in a room. She tried to move, but the weight on her chest, although small, wouldn't let her move. She looked down, and saw Sunny, of all things. The small woman lay on her, her head, nestled comfortably opn Tsunami's chest. She tried to wake her, but Sunny refused to be moved.

"Hey, Sunny. Can you get up? Please?" Tsunami asked. Sunny just groaned, and stayed right where she was. Tsunami decided that enough was enough, and sat up. Sunny fell backwards, and landed softly on the bed, jolting awake.

"Ow. My head." She groaned. Tsunami almost laughed.

"That's your fault for drinking so much last night." She said. Sunny grinned faintly up at her. "Wait here. I'm going to go see if there's any way to cure your hangover." She stood up, leaving Sunny on the king-size mattress, and left the room. She made her way to the kitchen, where everyone stood conversing. "Anyone have a cure for a hangover?" she asked. Everyone turned to look at her.

"Look who's awake!"

"Sleeping beauty!" Were just a few of the remarks she got, but she asked again.

"Anyone got a cure for hangovers?" This time, Deathbringer nodded. He handed her a glass filled with a green liquid. She thanked him, and walked back to the room. She held the glass over Sunny's mouth. "Open." She ordered. Sunny obediently opened her mouth, and Tsunami fed her some of the hangover cure. Sunny gulped it down greedily.

"Wow. That was good." she said. Tsunami just gazed down at her from above, noticing the curve of her cheeks, and the amall, thin line of her lips, and the way her sand-colored eyes seemed to drag you into their depths like a pit of quicksand. The way her blonde hair framed her face like a DaVinci painting. Tsunami snapped her eyes away and to the door. Someone was there.

"Who is it?" She called out, noticing that Sunny winced as she did. "Sorry," she whispered down. The door slowly creaked open, and Riptide stepped in.

"Do you have any idea why I woke up in a bathtub?" he asked her. Then he seemed to notice Sunny under her. "Oh. Oh. Sorry. I'll go now." He said, closing the door gently. Tsunami Heard his footsteps racing down the hall into the kitchen. Sunny giggled.

"What?" Tsunami asked. She had no idea what was so funny.

"You know what he's gonna tell the grou, right?" Tsunami shook her head. "That you're making love to me." Tsunami wasn't surprised. However, she was blindsided by the realization that she wouldn't mind that at all. Sunny leaned up, putting her face close to Tsunami's. "So do it. Make love to me." She whispered, placing her lips on Tsunami's hungrily. Tsunami couldn't hgave backed away if she wanted to.

Riptide crashed through the hall. He was still dizzy from his drinks, and then waking up in a bathtub had been a new detail. He finally reached the end of the hallway, and stopped runnimg. He walked slowly, out of breath, into the kitchen. Deathbringer saw him first, and raised his mug.

"Join us!" He called. Riptide nodded. He walked forward, and grabbed the empty mug sitting on the counter. He poured himself some coffee, sipped at it, and instantly felt better. Then, what he had just witnessed registered in his mind.

"Guys. I saw the weiresr thing just a minute ago. Tsunami was leaning over Sunny. They were both on the bed. I swear they were gonna…" He was cut off as Glory smacked the back of his head.

"What they do isn't our buisness. If they want to tell us what they did later, that's on them." She told him. They all continued sipping at their coffee.

Well, thanks for reading. Please R&R. I appreciate it.

Riptide: Is there a reason I woke up in a tub?

Deathbringer: Maybe you wanted a shower?