That Madison girl was cute. Too cute. There was something too put together about that one. Probably meant she was a warg, and spirits knew he wasn't going down that road a second time in his short life. 

Someone had said something about drinking? He thought? No, he confirmed mentally. It wasn't drinking, that was just his thoughts getting away from him. Someone had said something about training, and,

Makorai stopped. Mr Lovette, That's what Clifton had said. Mr. Lovette. That was a man. 

....

The quarter and a half full cup of scotch hopped coffee shot down his throat, and the scalding heat proved to be the least painful thing to happen to him in the last ten minutes. 

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Nope. I'm not dealing with that."[/color] The young man stood without warning, and promptly walked toward the exist of the hallway. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Not this early in the morning. Fuck it."[/color]

Passing the assembled persons in the hallway without acknowledgement, he made a right, and followed a long hallway down to where his storage locker was located. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I left it in here...I'm sure I did."[/color] Some slight rummaging later, he found what he had been looking for. It was a 1.8 liter bottle of sake, cheap stuff that he could get for next to nothing in the local market. Some kind of local brew. His favourite. 

Stashing the bottle, and a cup, under his arm, he made his way to where he thought he heard other voices. 

Rounding the corner, he came face to face with someone he didn't immediately recognize. He could tell Morgan was a dude, but he was a pretty one. This made Makorai more comfortable. He didn't confuse his libido like Maddison had when he first walked in.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"You lost too?"[/color] Makorai bit the top off of his bottle, and poured himself a cup. 

[color=darkgoldenrod]"I don't know where the hell I'm going either."[/color]