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Fine. The word sounded foreign in his ears, and judging by how tense Dylan looked--by how confused he himself felt, it was clear that things were not fine. The matter artist started babbling, and his voice squeaked, cracked, and it sounded so unnatural. Something had happened, he could see it in his friends searching gaze. But what that something was, well, he didn't know. He closed his eyes, dug deep into his mind for answers, but nothing came.

There was the pounding of music, the faint smell of alcohol...the pretty blonde, but nothing about how they wound up nearly naked and in the same bed.

[b]“You don’t remember either?”[/b]

"No, no," he tried to inject his words with optimism, tried to give them their usual cheer, but at the moment he couldn't and even Dylan looked absolutely confused. "Well...there was a pretty blonde. Pickup lines...and I don't know." Suddenly his eyes went wide and terror shot through him. "What...it couldn't have been you, yeah?" He forced a chuckle, but the situation they were in was starting to scare him. Dylan remembered not much more than he did, Lucien stared as his friend dashed to grab his clothes.

Suddenly, Lucien remembered his own lack of clothing. He stood awkwardly, in blue boxers with panda bears all over them. He paled then rushed to put on his pants then his shirt. In his haste his shirt was inside out. If the situation hadn't been so awkward he would have laughed at how silly he and Dylan were dressed.

[b]“Lucy, I don’t know what happened last night. I can’t remember how we got here...or why.”[/b]

The atmosphere was heavy. It felt like he would choke. "Neither do I...but, it was probably...I mean, maybe we were so drunk we just decided to crash in the same room? Yeah, yeah, that could be it." Just hearing himself speak those words chased some of the confusion away. There was just no way, last night, he only had eyes for the pretty blonde. D-Dina? Dyna? Dylan. Screw this, he couldn't remember. "Let's calm down," he flashed a nervous grin, there wasn't much else to say. "There just has to be an explanation, yeah?" Lucien fiddled with his sleeves, his insides churning. He felt like he had been tossed into a horror movie.

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"Mommy, why does that clown look so grumpy? Aren't they s'posed to be happy?" 

Xan walked passed them, taking long, strides. She didn't remember anything at all, and her head pounded with each step. They had gone to the bar...she had a drink with Aria then everything after that was a blur, an incoherent mess. Images of the sand castle flashed inside her head. There was only one explanation, Aria and Thunderhawk. She quickened her pace, but it was hard in soggy shoes that were two sizes too big. Xan rushed past confused looking tourists in her dripping clown suit, colorful words and drawings all over her face, neck and arm. "They better have an explanation," she grumbled.

Suddenly, not too far away, she heard a shriek then a yell. 

The metallurgist turned, then ran as fast as she could in her silly clown shoes. She weaved her way through the crowd, past the annoyed looking tourists and snickering passersby. 

[b]"What is wrong with you, running off like that?"[/b]

Aria. She was sure of the. Xan walked past a small crowd and stopped right in front of both Thunderhawk and her friend. The sight before her only made her head ache some more. Aria was in Thunderhawk's clothes and he was in a dress. "What on earth?" Her eyes went steely and she clenched both her fists. Breathe in. Breathe out. Stay calm. If this was some prank...if this was some JOKE, she was going to! Her fingers twitched and she stared at them, waiting for someone to say something, anything, as long as it made sense.