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 [u][b] Los Paraisos: Streets[/u][/b]

[i]"What on earth?"[/i]

Uh oh. 

Aria froze at that familiar voice, unwilling to turn around to face Xan. She was no doubt going to get a lecture from the stern girl about getting drunk off her feet and waking up in strange places and how she deserved it, followed up by a report to Tiberius or something similar. Or maybe instead of reports, Xan would hold this little incident as blackmail the next time she tried to skip a job. 

Wincing, she turned slowly only to gape at the state her friend was in. The usually down to earth Xan was clad in a dripping and muddy clown outfit, complete with large red shoes, sagging frills and makeup dripping down her face. Aria’s eyes scanned over the marker scribbles all over her face and arms, and back to the young woman’s understandably upset look. 

Aria, while normally might have burst laughing, was in too much shock to even move for a moment, only broken out of her reverie by the pained groans from the ranger by her foot who she had all but nearly forgotten about. 

[i] “What the hell… happened… to you…? And why are you… wearing my clothes…? Did… did we…?”[/i] His face flopped back onto the ground. [i] “And where the hell… did this dress… come from…?”[/i]

She deadpanned down at him. “The dress came from me not wanting to be associated with a pervert running down the street naked.” Then she peered at him questioningly. “Did we? Did we what?” What did he mean by that? The only logical reason for her to wake up wearing his clothes and him wearing her scarf is that last night they obviously-

Oh.

OH.

[i][b]OHHOLYGODSABOVENONONONONOWAYTHEREWASNOWAY[/b][/i]

Her face reddened and her expression shifted into something between anger and mortification, hands tightening around her scarf until her knuckles were white. Did they? No, there was no way, right? Even if she had been drunk out of her wits to do something like that was impossible. Flirting was acceptable, maybe even a little bit of kissing, but [i]that[/i]? Nope. Nopenopenope. She couldn't tell whether the nausea was from the thought or the hangover.

“Ha- haha, you’re funny Chirps,” she managed to choke out, fingers twitching . After realizing what the man had been insinuating she was flat out refusing to look at him, eyes instead trained on an advertisement proclaiming the sale of some nearby shop. “Of course we didn’t. Nope. Just because we’re wearing each other’s clothes doesn’t mean anything. Now let’s go back already so I can go take a shower and get changed into something that doesn’t smell like booze!” She whipped around and started walking, not caring at all that if Chirps failed to follow he’d end up in nothing but his birthday suit again. “C’mon Xan, let’s go!”