A drunken slumber from the night before almost decided what he was going to do next. But it was decided, he would continue the party and drinking of the night before as that is the best way to shake a drunken hangover, right? Leopold stared out over the street in front of the building he was in, and it was filled with people. 

"Today is the day, today is the day!" he said gleefully as he stood up from where he was taking a slumber and he immediately fell forwards onto the person laying on the floor in front of him, his legs giving out from lack of plenty of things. "Maid I..." that was the maid on the floor he realized, along with a bunch of other passed out drunks and renegades in this upper floor room. "Can someone get me another drink! And one that is light?" he muttered on the floor as he crawled back up to the bed. 

Taking the situation of what was happening in the room, he looked about and then he looked down, realizing he had no shirt, was sticky and covered in a clear brown liquid that had dried on him. He knew what he had to do, he laid back down on the bed feeling the warm pillow below his head. A very hairy but comfortable pillow, he closed his eyes for a moment before the pillow would rumble. This was no pillow, this was some hairy man under his head. He leaned up again and took in the situation, there were several people piled on the bed, his spot had already been occupied by one the hairy, relatively large man. 

"I should have known this was a terrible idea... the only woman I see is the maid who I assume is also in a drunken morning stupor like I am..." he slowly placed his legs on the floor and slid onto his feet, managing to stand with the strength of being help up with his arms, and his legs finally realizing they had strength in them he stood and stretched. He popped like a bag of popcorn, his back, shoulders arms, neck, they all cracked and popped. That is when everyone awoke and began sturring. 

He slowly found his way outside that room and into a short hallway with other doors and a stairwell, also full of people, he headed downstairs and found that it looked more like a drunken riot. There weren't any people there, but there was a nice sign that showed that there was at least a wooden tub and maybe somewhere to change clothes. He would enter that room soon after.

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Several hours later he would still be in the room, but far more desensitized, he had entered the bathhouse of the establishment, he had not gotten what he had hoped for or dreamed for, like a nice room full of beautiful young maids to bathe and clean him. No, instead he found a bunch of drunken men bathing in the small pool. He sat between two groups, a group of large burly men that were loud, and a group of elderly men who seemed to be acting smart and just as loud with their bickering. 

A voice would enter his mind, and overwhelm his senses, or at least overwhelm his patience.

"Will you shut it, old man, I will find this child of yours!" he yelled at one random man in the group of old men. Getting confused stares, he decided it was best to leave to which he dried himself and left, no longer sticky, the next thing on the agenda to get dressed in clothing and go home or find what he was wearing and go home. 

He would find a new pair of pants, a size too big, a shirt, three sizes too big, his belt, stretched out a bit, his boots, and his pouch bag. To this, he would enter the street in hopes of finding his way home or someone to find him and take him home so he may start this festival off with dignity or end it depending on what day and hour it was.