Aliron rubbed his eyes and looked around. Wow the place had filled up a lot since he'd gone to sleep. Plus he was pretty sure it was colder. The voices had been surprisingly quiet when he'd gone to sleep a few hours ago, but now they were back again in full force. He got up and yawned loudly, then proceeded to enter the building, his faithful suitcase rolling behind him. Looking around he saw several people that had been in the restaurant yesterday. Or was it yesterday? Earlier in any case. Then, his eyes lit on voices lady! He'd never gotten her name, or given her his now that he thought about it. Or had he? Though she had left kind of suddenly last night. Aliron eagerly moved towards the back and took a seat next to her, accepting some punch from someone on the way over,
"Hey, I'm Aliron, I never asked for your name did I?" He asked her and waited patiently for a response.
Which didn't come. Was she ignoring him? She looked like she was sleeping. Aliron leaned closer and whispered in a friendly fashion,
"That's your cue to give me your name." No response. Aliron poked her in the arm cautiously. Was she dead? Aliron looked around awkwardly. Well, this was weird. He sat there nervously and took a sip from his cup, only to immediately backwash it. Whoa! He'd taken spiked drinks at way to many parties not to recognize it. Still, even though he'd barely taken a sip he was feeling drowsy. Dang that was some strong stuff. He looked at the voices lady's empty cup. Well that explained that. Aliron carefully leaned back in his seat limply and lowered his eyelids, every now and then opening them for a peek. Gods he was sleepy. Not that sleepy though. He kept awake by counting odd numbers in his head. Maybe this was some physcho kidnapping deal. If he stayed awake he might be able to save the day or something. 1, 3, 5, 7...
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