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[b]“Oh Aislin no!”[/b]

The loud yell was enough to rouse him from his slumber. Lucien cracked open an eye, only to wince. His head felt like it would split open at any moment...what the hell did he drink? His throat felt dry and his head, it felt like someone had whacked him hard with a hammer. He closed his eyes shut, trying to fall asleep once more. His fuzzed up thoughts had forgotten all about the voice and why he had woken up in the first place. What he did know was that his head was hurting like hell and he needed to sleep it off. The others wouldn't mind, right?

[b]“Dammit!”[/b]

Lucien's eyes shot open. Who was in his room--wait,wait,wait. His room had blue walls, where the hell was he? He scrambled to his feet, the world tilting as he did so. He bit down on his lip, as his head began to pound once more. His shirt and jeans were strewn about the carpet, even his cards were scattered on the floor. What happened last night? The last thing he remembered was feeling all ecstatic inside and flirting around with a pretty blonde. They had joked around, he recited his best pickup lines, then everything after that had been an absolute blur. Was he in her room? Did they...oh CRAP, had he done something he'd regret? 

The summoner's eyes flitted towards blonde hair and his blood ran cold.

He and Dylan were standing in the room, both looking terrified, and in nothing but their boxers. HELL NO, he couldn't have been the pretty blonde with the sweet voice...right? right? There had to be an explanation as to why their clothes were on the floor, as to why they were both in nothing but their boxers.

"Dylan," Lucien's voice was nothing but a squeak. "Uh...funny seeing you here?" Yeah, there was no way. He just had to stay calm...Dylan would tell him everything. Maybe he had gotten Drunk and Dylan, like an awesome pal, brought the summoner back to his room...then it could have been warm so they just jumped into bed and undressed. Yeah, that was it, that was definitely it. Still, things didn't add up. Why did Dylan looked just as frightened as he was?

The summoner stared at Dylan, his face as emotionless as stone. The chaos, it was happening inside his mind. He brought his hands to his head and rubbed at his eyes. "What...what happened last night?"

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Spuuhhsss! Spushhhhh!

The waves crashed against her before receding, back into the ocean. It the was the same thing, again, and again, and again. 

Xan's cheek was pressed against the cool sand, half her body buried. The waves crashed against her, the cool water splashing against her now mud colored...clown suit? Xan's eyes widened as alarming thoughts of all kinds jumped into her head. Had they been ambushed? Xan let out a hiss as a sharp pain shot through her head. She only had a glass of what Aria was having...her tolerance for alcohol wasn't as good as Aria's but one glass couldn't have done this.

Xan pushed herself to her feet and shut her eyes. Why was she in a clown suit? Why was her real arm covered in marker scribbles? The girl didn't know but her face had been drawn on too. Also why was she unconscious on the beach and where was everyone...more importantly, what on earth had happened last night? Xan massaged her temples only to notice a giant, beautifully sculpted sandcastle near the shore. It was almost as tall as her and in the ground, not too far from it, scribbled in slanting, horrible handwriting was a phrase that almost made her choke. 'Ariyeaah and Churps were 'ere' Xan stared at it in disbelief.

Had they left her here? She couldn't piece anything together, her head was just hurting too much at the moment. 

She needed to find the others. Xan walked across the beach, a hand on her head. A few people paused to gape at the grumpy, soggy, marker covered clown, but she didn't mind. She was a mixture of angry and confused. The usually calm girl, muttered a curse beneath her breath, this was ridiculous.