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Forest stood there with a shocked expression on his face.  He did not even get a moment to introduce himself and learn about these new people before an argument broke out.  Forest did not pick sides, as he did not know the full story, but something deep within him made him trust the words of his new best friend over the two people he had just introduced.   Forest placed the bottle of mead on the table and then put his free hands on his hips.  This party sucked, and this was not just because of the party.  A massive yawn escaped from Forest's lips as he leaned back into it, and he barely managed to keep the volume down.  His eyes did one final scan of the party and did not spot anyone he wanted to speak to in that moment.  Thus, with a sigh, he picked up the bottle of mead, pulled off the top, and left the party in the direction of his cabin.

As Forest walked along the path, he found a moment to reflect on the day in between sips of his mead, from the crazy mix-up at the airport to the taxi driver who was far too friendly, and then meeting his new best friend and sharing a nice conversation with him.  While the memory of the bartop show still tried to creep into his mind, the thoughts of the end of the party and the mead did well to hold them off.  He made a mental note that he would need to check in with Elias in the morning to ensure he was doing all right.  Forest brought his mead to his eye level and saw that he was almost halfway through the bottle.  His eyes drifted ahead and saw his cabin fast approaching.  He knew he needed sleep, and fast, and he knew that he couldn’t be too hungover in the morning.  Thus, he decided to only drink half of what was left and save the rest for the evening tomorrow.  With a quick swing, Forest gulped down the alcohol until he arrived at the door and went inside.

Forest quickly changed out of his party fit and simply strolled through his cabin in his boxers.  He had a toothbrush in his mouth and his hair slicked back and wet.  He strolled from the dedicated bedroom to the living room and placed a hand on his hip as he returned to attacking he bottom right quadrant of his teeth.  He was a little drunk at this point but he wanted to try and reflect on what he could expect tomorrow.  Would there be any sort of godly training?  His command over his power was strong, but not complete, and he wanted to begin to master it.  As well, he knew he would need to train his mind and his body if he wanted to remain strong.  From the perverts on the bartop to the explosive argument over dancing, this group was already proving to be children in the bodies of adults.  They would need an adult in the room.

And Forest would be that adult.